She fulfilled our dreamsProudest achievement of manBroken by nature
Yourself in their place
The only way to convince
Them to take action
Little by little
I see changes marking his growth
Subtle but present
Choose to be happy
Find the joy inside each task
Only have one life
Still waiting for Spring
Sick of the cold and the snow
Shouldn’t April be warm?
Someone’s not happy
Ev’ry decision you make
Don’t even know who
You make decisions
Then spend time calming the waves
They make in your pool
I sold my first book
Amazon dot com gave me
Thirty-five percent
Sick and overwhelmed
So much to do and to be
Life defined by chaos
Now they dictate more
Than Caesars of ancient Rome
Believe it, it’s true
Expanding the scope
Of presidential power
One builds on the next
My daily routine
Keeps me busy and steady
Does it bring success?
He’s playing a game
His stakes much lower than mine
I’ve got more to lose
His life a journey
Spent looking down at his feet
Walking towards darkness
Tom slumps in his chair
Lets the phone fall to the floor
Paralyzed and trapped
Too tired to work out
Getting old and slowing down
Just go back to bed
Look at his panel
They’re great Americans, too
Cowboy hats and all
No doubt about it
He’s a great American
And he knows you’re not
Blockage in his brain
Keeps us locked in same pattern
A battle of wills
He’s a diff’rent kid
In school than he is at home
His teacher says so
End with a question
Adds depth and higher meaning
Or just a gimmick?
Now there’s help buttons
Home Depot learned it from Lowe’s
Are they now the same?
Work on my day off
Check email and make phone calls
It’s hard to unwind
Write to reveal truth
Entertain and educate
Employ strategy
Employing my strengths
Not things I do well, but things
That make me feel strong
Thanks for calling, Ben
Wait, don’t go, are you all right?
Thanks for calling, son
Took him to the doc
Just sat while the others played
Test said no strep throat
Son stayed home from school
Fever, cough and runny nose
A germ factory
Chill still in the air
Sun rising and birds chirping
Spring is on the way
Black reflective tile
The distant hum of machines
Air warm and scented
Frustration inside
Bubbles up, pours like lava
What will it destroy?
