Gershon Wolf Poet List

Gone But Not Forgotten

        Pennies dropped on the sidewalk
        Teens who hate to text, love to talk

        A watch that tells time
        A beggar who asks for a dime

        Stray kittens that jump in your arms
        Surgeons who think, ‘First do no harm’

        Stay-at-home moms who make their kids’ lunch
        Guilt-free calorie-laden desserts to munch

        Policemen who smile at old ladies and kids
        Glass jars filled with ladybugs and twigs

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Line Gauthier January 23, 2025 at 4:57 AM Isn't it "Teens who love to text, hate to talk"?

Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh January 22, 2025 at 8:22 PM Ordinary yet profound moments that connect us-nicely penned.

John Read January 22, 2025 at 7:26 AM Hi Gershon those were the days. Gershon Wolf January 22, 2025 at 8:02 PM Yep... Gone with the wind now...

Kim Rodrigues January 22, 2025 at 5:41 AM We still think these things exist, but are they only in our minds. One lady at church a few years ago, when we were at a Christmas event saw me smiling as I listened to the Christmas caroling and gifted me with a small bit of cash, which she was want to do. I almost refused her, but knowing she did this from the heart and knowing my daughter could use a little cash, I accepted. You have no idea the effect a smile and joy can have. Lost my smile for a little while, when Mom died. To good old days

Sara Kendrick January 22, 2025 at 5:04 AM I read a cartoon recently in which a little boy asked another boy's mom if pecans, dark chocolate and raisins were good for a person. The mom answered yes. So, the little boy ran back to the kitchen and said to his friend you are right cookies are good for you. Sara K

Michael Tor January 21, 2025 at 11:22 PM Those were the days Gershon. Bring me back to those special days, when a joyful feeling, was the meaning of gay. Circus shows to enjoy. Cowboys and Indians played little boys. No school shootings to harm your children. Life was not such a burden. Hello and thank you were the norm. Love the era that I was born...