No Refunds, No ReturnsWe're having heart attacks and second thoughts. They told us we could have it all, and after we said thanks, Our wants were overshadowed by our oughts. Now that we discover all our bridges burned behind us, I see no great rewards from where I sit. But it's too late for hiding where the movement couldn't find us. We wanted Liberation. This is it. Connubial Afterthoughts
Just Desserts
In the year Twenty-o-five when gone are the days of gusto, If we are here and still alive and not down among the dust, oh If we prettily curl our hair and try to gird up our bust, oh If we rise up out of our chair to look at the day with trust, oh Then can we have our Just Desserts? "Jolly well damn betcha. But you'll be stuck with 'em till it hurts." Knew that one would getcha. The Lines from If to Then
The Listener
Standing Room Only (a Metrical)
Of the Rich and Famous
They're so easy to despise With their ostentatious houses And their cold, voracious eyes. Their manner is evasive And their opulence persuasive. Though I envy much about them, I would rather live without them. The famous rise and linger. There are just the basic kinds With their understated costumes And their addlepated minds. Their gestures are offensive And their habits are expensive. Though I do deride and doubt them, I could surely live without them. The common folk are legion. That we have an equal right Doesn't make us rich and famous, Or alleviate our plight. You may think the words I say are The result of jealousy, But they wouldn't be what they are If it weren't for those like me. Let me punctuate my diction With a firmly held conviction: This would not apply to me If I won the lottery. The Midlife Pride of All Be Dear(A very old poem, one of my first. Of course, I didn't start poeting in earnest until I was a grandmother) Listen, my child, and you shall hear All the words of wisdom you ignored When I spoke them. You repeat them clear And true to your own child, who is bored, And know at last. My wish for you is That you'll be there to witness nearly The same words spoken again to his By him, and rejected just as clearly. A Man's Chair
From which he ruled his small domain Until his last days, sitting there With eyes that twinkled through his pain. And when he passed away this year, I knew I'd miss him quite a while And yet, when sadness comes too near, I see him in his chair and smile. My husband had a favorite chair In which he sat and lied to me, And all the years I had him there Were ruined by chicanery. And when he left, I had some doubt That I could carry on, for then I only wished to throw it out And never see that chair again. My son, as you complete each test And come to wisdom in your ways, A family man, please do your best To live a life that earns you praise, And cause your loved ones no despair, That when your time on earth is through, They look upon your favorite chair And smile when they remember you. The Wildebanty Wiles
are breathing shifting sands. They have to learn to trust you, their lives are in your hands. When they get a chill, you must worry through the night. Their little battles kill you, so young they learn to fight. Their habits often try you, and quickly they're so tall, Their youth has gone right by you, it took no time at all. Then none can ever match them - free spirits they will be, But you can only catch them long enough to see. Is this our life's elixer or just a lot of noise? And are they baby chicks or are they little boys? Then if we ever give them the status that they crave, It's only to outlive them and put them in their grave. So living by the hour depletes their season's length, But they must feel the power and make a show of strength, And once they have a chance to be boss, they'll be a Czar, And learn to preen and dance to show how tough they are. They pick and choose their mates then, and seldom are they true, But failure demonstrates: then the problem must be you. The ego needs a boost or the fire needs a fan. And do I mean a rooster or do I mean a man? The Night I Waited for Winter
Perfection at Last
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