Please Go

Can’t count on you to have my back
Sorry, but it’s true
Though we are under the same roof
I can’t depend on you.

Coast along, no questions asked
Nothing more that I can do
So easily taken for granted
Guess, I expected more from you.

On my own, so isolated
Feeling separate from the pack
Realizing there’s no trust
No reason to look back.

Security keeps you anchored
But, nothing stays the same
There‘s more that’s waiting for you
So much more for you to gain.

More money, position and status
It’s there for you to find
We all deserve what we want
All I want is peace of mind.

I’m past the point of no return
Tired of compromise
Pack your bags, head on out
No strings, no alibis.

I’m not sad, not anymore
I’ve simply had enough
You rolled your eyes too many times
Please be sure to take your stuff.

Ridicule and disappointment
Support …. begged and pleaded for
Contempt, disgust and judgement
I can’t take this any more.

Don’t tolerate or settle
Find what you’re looking for
Life’s too short, brief at best
I’m sure there’s something more.

Desire, the lust, the romance
Wasn’t there, right from the start
I compromised, convinced myself
You’d have a change of heart.

Not going to happen, now or never
Let’s cut the ties that bind and fray
It took so long to come to this
You need to go, please walk away.

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NOT ENOUGH

Not enough
You wanted more
All I did….
What was it for?

It didn’t matter
It didn’t count
Was not enough
The wrong amount.

Some kind of fool
Chasing my tail
Destined to go
Destined to fail.

I blame myself
Who else is there?
No one to notice
No one to care.

My mistake
I let you in
Should have known
You always win.

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FOR RICHIE

A message received
Devastated and weak
She felt sick inside
Consumed with such grief.

Her boy, a small child
Who’d become a grown man
Who knew much success
Had fulfilled his life’s plan.

Just like his dad
With tool belt in place
He followed him everywhere
With a smile on his face.

His mother, steadfast
Whenever he’d fall
She’d pick him back up
He would run, never crawl.

When he was a boy
He played with his trains
He’d play day and night
His favorite games.

The whistle would blow
The smoke from the stack
He’d steer his train
Always kept it on track.

A train engineer
A mechanical genius
He followed his dreams
An accomplished machinist.

He played with his band
On Saturday nights
When they harmonized
They sounded just right.

“Down by the Glenside”
He played with the guys
When they began singing
It brought tears to your eyes.

He reached for the stars
His dreams had come true
Made the most of his life
Always knew what to do.

Now, “All Aboard!”
For the last run on the line
He’ll ride the train
For the very last time.

He’ll be with his family
His girl and his friends
You know he’ll be smiling
On his way to heaven.

THE SOUTH OF FRANCE

Traveling to the south of France
Where the air is fresh and clean
See the beauty of the valleys
A prettier sight I’ve never seen.

I gaze upon the sunrise
Walk along the countryside
Wear my beret atop my head
Tilted slightly to one side.

Pretend to be Parisian
While pursing local shops
Watch the farmers travel into town
Their wagons filled up to the top.

With vegetables and flowers
Their dogs walking by their side
Tails wagging, people smiling
Children playing ball nearby.

Stopped for lunch at a small cafe
Enjoyed the day so warm and sunny
Served a loaf of crusty bread
With a plate of cheese and honey.

A gentler time, a memory
A snapshot of the day
They know how to live there
How to pass their time away.

Sharing simple conversations
Watching sheep herded thru the streets
Another bottle of Champagne
Made with grapes so ripe and sweet.

A fantasy, a book I read
Re-enacted before my eyes
A memory to cherish
Makes me smile and wonder why.

I waited so long to travel
Held fast to the mundane
Now that I’ve ventured far from home
I know I’ll be back again.

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Youtube: MY FATHER by Judy Collins

YOUR VIRTUAL WORLD

By yourself… in your room
You sit there scared and alone
So afraid and insecure
With your laptop and your phone.

Your voice would quiver
Your hands would shake
Can’t take the stress
You hide your face.

You’re paralyzed
You just can’t speak
Don’t have the means
You’d rather tweet.

The skills you need
Were not acquired
It’s now too late
You’re just too tired.

Up half the night
Facebook and texting
You keep them wondering
You keep them guessing.

No one will know
Just who you are
The door’s not open
It’s just ajar.

Sounds like a guy
They’d like to know
But, from afar
So far below.

In the basement
Dark and cold
You shout it out
You feel so bold.

Nothing more
No strength or prowess
What you call, “cool”
An act, it’s cowardice.

Behind the screen
You’re safe from harm
They like your wit
They like your charm.

Why take a chance?
You might get hurt
They’ll never know
What you are worth.

The virtual world
Provides protection
From ridicule
And, cold rejection.

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MISSING FALL

It’s 95 degrees out
With the sunshine warm and bright
They say that fall is coming
But, something’s just not right.

Bring on the apple donuts
The cider and the rakes
But wait….where are the leaves?
There’s been a terrible mistake.

I can’t wear my flannel jacket
Or put on my hiking boots
My fellow surfers would be saying
What the heck is wrong with you”?

I miss the apple picking
The fire’s glow in the fireplace
The chill that lingers in the air
Feels so good upon my face.

The leaves glistening upon the trees
The squirrels running all around
The dew that moistens each leaf that falls
From the branches to the ground.

The gathering of acorns
For the long winter just ahead
The scurrying about of chipmunks
Setting up their winter beds.

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Youtube: AUTUMN LEAVES by BARBRA STREISAND

A GLITCH

Is it a glitch
Have I made a mistake?
Why can’t I get this?
There’s so much at stake.

Try as I may
The files just won’t fit
I’m frustrated, so angry
So disgusted with it.

I’ve tried “pdf’s”
But, that didn’t work
I’ve been down on myself
Feeling like such a jerk.

I’ve labored, I’ve toiled
Tried this and tried that
Wish I was on top of
The basics, the facts.

I’ve tried “hit and miss”
What can I do?
Can’t figure this out
I’m sad, I’m so blue.

“Import” and “export”
“Bundle” and “save”
This better download
What a mess I have made!

Feel like such a fool
I’ve googled and tried
Seven tutorials
I’m so sad, I could cry.

One button to push
That could fix it all
If only I had
Someone I could call.

“Error”, “default”
Appears on my screen
Makes me so upset
Makes me want to scream!

I’m sure it’s a glitch
I’m but one step away
From finding the answer
That could make my day.