that old dog…

ain’t worth
a hill of beans
can’t chase rabbits
anymore
too hobbled for that
and
even
the cat
now
parades
unafraid
in front of him
stopping from time
to time
to lick its paws
yep
that old dog
has lost a step
or two
can’t even see
who’s coming in the house
be it
friend or foe
he just wags his tail
and
grabs his stuffed toy bunny
recalling no doubt
the days when
a good toss
meant
a romp across the yard
and
retrieving it
was rewarded
by
a pat on the head
or
better yet
a belly rub
he’s surely
knockin’ on heaven’s door
has to be helped
up the steps
and
needs a ramp
to get into the back
of the truck
one lady said
i should
put him to sleep
i said
doc says he ain’t
in no pain
she said
there’s nothing left
but
i said
he’s still
full of love

 

goodbye my friend…

the words
another good man
done
gone on
sticks in my mind
for
another friend
has taken up
the task
to present my case
before god
as to
why
i should
enter
those
uncharred gates
gates
in
an undisclosed
location
that
we’ve been
assured
entry
with
the right password
or
legal representation
since
my friends
know
i can’t recall
any
of my passwords
and
must maintain
a notebook
just to logon
to my own computer
they’ve been
forced
to
undertake
the project
of defending
my
failures
as
not
blatant
disregard
for
angelic membership requirements
but
as
mere
extended
senior moments
throughout
my
lifetime
i suppose
the complications
of such
a defense
is why
so many
have
left me

just between you and me…

just between you and me

when does
what
you say
become
gossip
what’s
the line
drawn in the sand
that separates
your factual
representation
of
privately
shared
information
from
gossip
indeed
she said
and
you
only
repeated
but
why

friends…

friends

don’t ask
why
just be there
don’t ask
why not
just
be there
don’t ask
why didn’t you
just
be there
don’t ask
why at this time
just
be there
really
just be there
embracing all that is
love

like della’s beauty…

like della's beauty

have you
seen
my friends
the
ones
who hold tight
as i slip
into
the abyss
the
ones
that refuse
to release
my hand
even
as
it goes cold
from
nightmare fears
choosing instead
to warm
it
with their love
and
belief in me
a belief
that tomorrow
i will arise
from
the shadow of
my own despair
and
if
not
they will walk
with me
hand
in
hand
to assure
my safe passage
through
the darkness
that lies
within me
whispering
to me
all the while
you
are loved
for
you are love
it is
the level
of your love
that
creates
your pain
you
are
loved