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Old mulberry bush
We go round and round
The same funny snooze
As roundabout grounds
The same old lines found
In our childlike steps
To ground our sad rounds
With a lost mind map
Old echoes stray here
As if by odd chance
To breathe ancient spheres
In apt frolic trance
Our distant past greets
Our nursery years
Where strange symbols meet
Our lost hopes and fears
Here old wishes stream
A ring of roses
In odd weary dreams
As laughter poses
It seems so funny
That old times come back
Old faces sunny
In flashback and slack
We seem to recall
The good old days there
In hallway footfalls
Just when, how and where
Exit and entrance
Life in full circle
A subtle distance
Those fond popsicles
And yet we now know
That the ghostly sight
Is but a sad show
In surge of last light
Leon Enriquez
11 November 2018
Singapore
We were cousins and had grown up
Close friends, living not far apart.
When I was nine and he was eight,
(His sister and my brothers were younger)
We were going to get married
Some day and have ten children,
Ten dogs, ten cats, and ten horses.
We played on the park playground
(He broke his arm falling from a swing).
We climbed trees, played card games
And board games and soldiers, and
In summer our mothers and we
Cousins took the long trek by train
And boat to swim at Nantasket Beach
One day my father found a new job,
And we moved away, far from home
As we had always known it.
My cousins also moved away,
To another, farther place, so
For years we saw each other only
On holidays or special occasions.
Although we weren’t strangers,
We were never really that close again.
We grew older, married new sweethearts,
And started families of our own.
Of course we always made promises
On Christmas cards, “We really MUST
Get our families together this year!”
But it seemed only funerals or weddings,
A 90th birthday, or a 50th anniversary
Would find us once again together,
Reminiscing about the “good old days”
When we were all children, and
We were oblivious, and time
Seemed to stretch ahead into infinity.
We have lived nearer to each other
In the last few decades, but days
And years have drifted by. Often we’ve
Put off visiting ’til “tomorrow”.
Now we are grandparents, even great
Grandparents, we and our spouses
Suddenly surprised with health issues.
And so we wake to find tomorrow
Is not always a possible option!
Finally, next week, I WILL travel -
It’s not so far - to visit with my cousin,
His sister passed on, wife in the hospital.
He is not well, and she will not,
He tells me, leave the hospital.
Why, as years go by, do we always
Assume an endless supply of time?
We toss off, “See you next week”,
Or “We’ll get together next summer!”
But can we ever be sure of that?
Forget the excuses! Do it now!
We most regret the things we didn’t do!
CODA
We had finally made new plans to travel,
At last, to see my cousin Don
And, possibly, even his wife, Ginny.
We had bought the ferry tickets.
But the night before, a storm came up
And forced us to cancel our trip.
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Tomorrow I will go to his funeral.
The Good Old Days
Take me back to the good old days
When we were grateful for what we had
Now people have much more than they need
And society has gone bad
Greed is the keyword and money their God
Everyone out for themselves
I remember a time when we thought we were rich
If we had food on our shelves
People have to keep up with the Joneses'
Bigger house, bigger car, better job
But trying to keep up with the Joneses’
Just makes people think they're a snob
They look down their nose at ones poorer than them
Think they're better than everyone else
Just because they've got private health care plans
And the poor have got National Health
I don't know what our ancestors would think
If they were alive today
They'd probably think we'd all be better off
Living life like the good old days
Dust From Dust
Carve the stone that forms the jewel
From Cities dust to Countries rule
Fake or genuine none shall tell
The integrity of fellow man
Beast to burden
Man so unkind
Loyalty so rare to find
Beneath the rubble of falling lives
The destructive weapon, the knowing lies
Before I cave, lose my belief
Before from the mountain top I leap
Into the gaping vast below
I seek reprieve from those I know
Tell me there are gem's to find
Salt of the earth
The staying kind
Don't let the minefield be owned to war
Bring back the good old days
Like we knew before
Feel Water from the eyes of God
A simple prayer, a knowing nod
Clothe the world in love and trust
Not clothes of a diamond's deathly dust
Form:
{To be sung to the tune of "I see the light" from "Tangled"}
Good old days lurking in the shadows
Good old tears I cried, walking out
Good old times never are they going
No more can I doubt
All is clear thinking in the sunlight
All is clear, suddenly, I’m free
Singing now I take a bow
I can fully agree
And at last I know you’re right
And it's like I feel so gifted
And at last I know you’re right
And it's like I love your view
And it's not any time to fight
Just see how far we have drifted
All at once everything looks different
Love has broken through!
Good old days working on our love beam
Good old fears shoving down the drain
Good old times never fully knowing
You and all this strain
You are near thinking in the sunlight
You are near suddenly, I glow
Singing now I know somehow
I can see the rainbow
And at last I know you’re right
And it's like I feel so gifted
And at last I know you’re right
And it's like I love your view
And it's not any time to fight
Just see how far we have drifted
All at once everything looks different
Love has broken through!
Love has broken through!
10.31.2021
(When a couple end their fight, understanding their love for each other)
For Natasha L Scragg's "Change the Record" contest
That was then, this is now.
The smell of cut grass on a Saturday morning
The aroma of coffee being poured as day was dawning
The surprise of a guest coming for breakfast
Saturdays were so splendid!
As kids we would play outside for hours,
Cricket, catches, climbing up trees.
We played through the day and into the night
We came indoors by the bright moonlight.
TV was something that you got as a treat,
It was after your bath, if your homework was neat.
Mom would cook some dinner and then we would sit,
We would watch MacGuyver or Michael Knight and Kit.
Time passed so slowly back in the 19th century,
Kids were kids, they stayed in school.
No mission, no fuss, we just didn't rush
Our growing up was fun, it was really cool.
I just wish my boys could grow up like us.
I get quiet sad when I see their pale faces,
no sunshine or summer, no visiting outside places.
TV and games have taken over their time,
I get so sad even though they say they are fine.
Imagination is something of the past,
Their playgrounds are online,
they are growing so fast.
The days of swimming in pools until night,
Or playing kissing catches until the moonlight.
Of carving names into trunks of large oak trees
are over now, it's so sad to see.
Those were the days, of giddy fun,
of making friends in the park
when the holidays begun.
Riding bikes and playing hopscotch
yes those were the days
My children are blessed, I guess with the best.
they too will look back and remember,
their childhood thrills, and they too will reminisce
about those good old days
and how things were better then.
Just like now, there were both the good old days and the bad old days. There were many things we wished would go away; others we hoped would stay. Such reality speaks to the core of 'simply life', offering the bitter with the sweet. There was never an era, a season, a civilization whose experiences were always 'treats'. But I hasten to say that most times the good out numbered and out weighed the bad. Even in bad times, the good sustained us in the bad, and we were grateful for what we had.
Hostile realities are never times to wish for days gone by, because 'time only advances'. Life demands that we lock hands with 'the mobility of time' and learn new and better dances. Such 'Divine time' compels a dance to the tunes of absolute and eternal values that never change. It's like discovering a circular world on one hand, while still being able to explore the open range.
We experienced severe shortages of privileges and rights, but a treasure house of family caring. One could say that yesterday was both the best and worst of times, and also rather daring.
I once experienced an inspiring and entertaining musical by college students. There was one episode of singing and dancing to the theme of what I assumed was, "Tomorrow is Paradise!". Upon commending the lead singer at the close of the program, he indicated that I was mistaken in what I heard and replied to me, "No, Today is Paradise!". It is one musical that I shall long remember. I therefore say today, here and now; whatever our yesterday was and whatever our tomorrow will be, we owe it to ourselves and our posterity to declare by faith in God with much confidence and good deeds, "Today is Paradise!".
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She was suddenly single
When out of the blue
An old friend walked in
Said how do you do
They talked for a while
About, the good old days
How fate takes it's own pace
And it was there on display
Second chance soulmates
Sometimes fate gets it wrong
Over half of their lives
They knew all along
Whenever a feeling
Holds on this strong
Then second chance soulmates
Were right all along
I remember the first time
I met you in class
The smile of an angel
Today takes me right back
It's as if I know now
Like in that second back then
How my soul found its place
And our fate began
Second chance soulmates
Sometimes fate gets it wrong
Over half of their lives
They knew all along
Whenever a feeling
Holds on this strong
Then second chance soulmates
Were right all along
They left there together
After coffee and tea
He walked her to her car
She said please call me
Their story isn't over
It just started again
And second chance soulmates
They'll be to the end
Second chance soulmates
To lovers from friends
A day goes by in a wink,
Did I maybe have a heavy drink?
How Did I end up here among these shrinks?
For, everyone seems to know and say what I think.
My thoughts go wandering
To the good old days so mesmerizing.
We had our share of mischiefs and wrong doings,
Yet things always looked to turn out gleaming.
Were those memories of lost past?
Or of a different dimension for this universe is Vast.
The times I had basked in peace come at me so fast,
I am left standing at the edge wondering why did they not last?
A week passes by and so does a decade
I look for an escape that could end this façade.
I twist and turn on my bed hoping my existence would fade
Hoping I could simply wake up on the other side of this arcade.
Sports, Sports, Sports
Weather, Weather, Weather
News, News, News
TV's come untethered
Business, Business, Business
Politics left and right
From dawn to dusk, and onto evening
And far into the night
Pundits, Experts, Talking Heads
Some quite lively, some quite dead
Studio audiences and callers-in
Vying to be heard above the din
Hundreds of channels, options galore
Comedies, movies, talk shows and more
For the serious viewer, watch a docu-drama
Decked out in bathrobe, slippers, and pajamas
Is all this really better than the 'good old days'
When there were only four channels, only four ways
To while away the time, potato chips and couch
~ The fare then far superior, I'll bet you'd avouch