Nothing Was For Free

It's early... in the morning
I'm feeling about you again...
feeling sorry for me again.
I don't want that.

My eyes and bones
have just about had it.
I'm not as young
as I need to be.

I've really tried
but my hole
is getting deeper.
Like so many things,
I made it myself.

I was scared so many times ...
so much that I left it up to you.
I know the truth and how it was
It was never about me being true.

I did everything I could do.
I don't think you ever cared.
I don't think about it now...
how you wanted me somehow.

It wasn't about sharing
or how much it cost.
What about caring?
You didn't and I lost.

This morning I'm feeling
just like I did when I was with you.
I'm a man who gave it all and
you treated me like nothing.

I'm feeling real sorry for me.
What I did to you?
No, sorry for you...
how you needed to see.

Never wrong. That's how you see.
Whatever, I could never do enough.
Still nothing to you forever I'll be.
So simple cause nothing was for free.

Story Time

They listen and laugh out loud... stare at me when I'm serious and if I'm sad. I can jump out of a story and into their faces... startle them and grab them back in. They applaud after each story when I say, "That's it!" What do I feel? I'm not spinning my wheels while I'm spinning my tale. We're all together and on the same page.

Vitamin Words

Life is forgiving... Love is for giving.
In your heart each day...
A little goes a long way.

School Days

"May I carry your books?" ,he said.
"It's just cause my looks." ,she said.
He didn't know what to say.
So he just let her walk away.

To himself he said, "I dig her,
but how long would it last?"
Well that's all in the past.
She got married at last...
and he's still alone... go figure.

For Manny

It's a Summer's day, share with me.
Not gone tomorrow... here for free.
Leaves be still... barely a breezing
Delicious now, soon back to snow,
in a few months we'll be a freezing.

Sunday Afternoon Storm

The wind bent thirsty trees.
I heard them calling out to the blackened Sun.
They creaked and cracked...
laughing and waving their leaves to catch every drop that fell.

They're still whispering to each other quenched in the drizzle.
It's raining in huge lazy drops...
marching down my mirroring street in a parade.
Spectating streams flow and follow along.

Here it comes again... Oak and Maple standing tall.
Dried up rose petals take a fall.
Buds ready to burst...
the rain has quenched their thirst.

The Storm

The evening is all better now.
It came over my house...
that big black cloud and
the thunder so loud!

Even though it's still raining
tomorrow will be here again.
I'll be outside and happy
enjoying what I'm allowed.