Hell, I never thought I’d
make it through the seventies
let alone eighties or nineties
now it’s a quarter past
the turn of a new century
and it still feels
like I’m dreaming
still wondering which path to take
which road to travel.
Too scared to take a breath
afraid it will all unravel
Two Simple Graves
I visit them in silent repose,
their memories float on whispered breath.
Bringing the delight of days now gone,
I do not feel the sorrow of death.
Here I can still see her loving smile,
feel her spirit fill my heart again.
I see his eyes dance as laughter spills,
and tobacco stains his grizzled chin.
I’m with him once more in darkened woods,
as favored dogs run o’er creek and hill.
The taste of port wine upon our lips,
we’ll drink until we have had our fill.
I return to her comforting arms,
upon my brow I can feel her kiss.
I let all my troubles fade away,
to be replaced with a peaceful bliss.
They’re nothing more than two simple graves,
no different from any other.
But these two hold all the memories,
of my cherished father and mother.
Do We Need to Know
Back in the old days, the evening news only lasted 30 minutes while we ate supper. Not that there was less going on. We just didn't need to know each time the president farted or Tay-Tay and Trav-Trav make googly eyes at each other.
the evening news
doesn't report reality—
it entertains us
White House
wrapping it in gold
will not turn lies into truth—
nor make him a king
Jerry Brotherton 