I walked through a tunnel
like a finger rubbing around
the inside of a wine glass
round and round
fround bround vround tround
round and round
through the tunnel as a funnel
speeding up
kround zround jround pround
I walked through a tunnel
down to the darkness
down and down
bown hown rown zown
down and down
round and round
dark and stark
I walked through a tunnel
to myself who wasn’t there
Sitting here watching the game
You suddenly realize it’s just that—
A game going from goal to goal;
Win or lose, you get to go again.
However, the awareness is this;
Life is a reality taking you from one
Goal to another; but lose or win
You never get to play again.
Now this may seem like wordplay to you
But when you hike, run, and throw reality
It becomes one hell of a play for you and me
And that there are no time-outs in what is true.
Thus, when we
Huddle and break
It has to be about
The touchdown
For in reality and
For the team’s sake:
We’re not guaranteed
To be around:-
So we can’t afford any more false starts and yellow flags
And every move must now advance without any snags;
Our defensive ancestors must not have fought in vain,
So let us go out knowing we contributed to winning gains.
Grandma Bown was her name
She's my lady down the lane
She actually live next door you see
For a very long time, she lived next to me.
I have many memories with her and Grandpa Bown
She always lifted me up when I was feeling down
I remember planting flowers, and tending to their lawn
and I really missed them a lot after they moved on.
I miss the days of helping Grandma cook,
And reading to Grandpa from my favorite book
They've been gone for 30 years now, you see
But I still carry the memories of the Bown's with me.
Mary Taylor
3/29/2020
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