The blank wall

There were once two men, both seriously ill, in the same small room of a great hospital. Quite a small room, it had one window looking out on the world. One of the men, as part of his treatment, was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

Every afternoon when the man next to the window was propped up for his hour, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside. The window apparently overlooked a park where there was a lovely lake.

Ducks and swans swam on the water and children came to throw them bread while they sailed their toy boats. Young lovers walked hand in hand beneath the grand old trees and there were flowers of every color of the rainbow. There were stretches of grass where softball games were being played. At the back, behind the fringe of trees, was a fine view of the city skyline.

The man on his back would listen to the other man describe all of this, enjoying every minute of it. He heard how a child nearly fell into the lake, and how beautiful the girls were in their summer dresses. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on his back would listen as he closed his eyes and imagined the picturesque scene.

Then one fine afternoon, the thought struck him, “Why should the man next to the window have all the pleasure of seeing what was going on? Why shouldn’t he get the chance? He felt ashamed, but the more he tried not to think like that, the worse he wanted a change. He’d do anything!

One night as he stared at the ceiling, the other man suddenly woke up, coughing and choking, his hands groping for the button that would bring the nurse running. But the man watched without moving … even when the sound of breathing stopped. In the morning, the nurse found the other man dead, and quietly took his body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be switched to the bed next to the window. So they moved him, tucked him in, and made him quite comfortable. The minute they left, he propped himself up on one elbow, painfully and laboriously, and took his first look at the world outside.

It faced a blank wall.

Angels and Fairies

I believe in angels,
And I believe in fairies, too,
They’re not one and the same, you know,
They are distinctly two.

Angels are within the heart,
Fairies … in the mind,
Angels … always there to care,
Fairies … just sometimes.

Fairies like to tease and play,
They dance and entertain,
They tickle chins and noses,
Like bubbles in champagne.

Angels are more serious,
They do heavy-duty things,
Like easing fears and wiping tears,
And hugging with their wings.

Angels are assigned by God,
They very rarely show,
Fairies oft are seen in dreams,
And, at will, they come and go.

Fairies live in fantasies,
They are wee, tiny things,
They flit about erratically,
On dainty gossamer wings.

Angels, though, are very real,
They come in different sizes,
Large, medium, small, petite,
It’s hard to recognize them.

Fairies make all people smile,
Young and old alike,
To see one bathing in the dew,
Is a pure delight.

Angels, on the other hand,
May fill our eyes with tears;
We’re overwhelmed with gratitude,
They’ve watched over us for years.

When we’ve been saved from trouble,
It’s not coincidence,
God’s placed angels in our path,
To stand up in our defense.

Fairies offer fun and frolic,
Both to small folk and full-grown,
But when people’s lives are over,
Then angels take them home.

God’s angels and earth’s fairies,
I think are quite essential,
They surely are related,
For both are quintessential.

An ultimatum

I’m issuing an ultimatum,
To all my aging, senior friends,
Your activities of late
Have simply got to end.

Feeling weak and getting sick,
I demand, at once, be ceased,
If you continue such behavior,
You could end up deceased.

You trip, you fall, you break some bones,
Your heart palpitates and flutters,
Your bones won’t heal, and you’ll feel ill,
And your legs may turn to butter.

If you keel over at the mall,
Nine-One-One, I’m sure, will come,
They’ll pound your chest their very best,
To keep you from turning numb.

Then they’ll rush you to Emergency,
Where they’ll pound on you some more,
If you don’t respond, I’m telling you
They’ll take you to the morgue.

It’s not a joke to have a stroke,
So that, too, has got to stop,
Though you don’t feel ill, please take those pills,
That will make your BP drop.

Enough, my friends, I say enough,
And I implore you to agree,
For if you go before I do,
Who will be left to grieve for me?

An old abandoned toy

I’m just an old abandoned toy,
That you left alone and blue.
Forgotten in your toy box,
While you looked for something new.

I can’t forget when we first met,
Like kids so full of joy.
But when the novelty wore off,
I became an extra toy.

You left me in your toy box,
Along with others there.
You closed the lid, where we were hid,
Then looked for better fare.

There was no challenge anymore,
The game no longer new.
I lay forgotten in your box,
Just tossed aside by you.

While you were having fun with me,
I wish I could have known.
I was just a toy in your life,
And old toys get left alone.

The paint and glitter all wore off,
You said I was no fun.
You left me in your toy box,
This toy wouldn’t run.

Then, you threw away the key,
Along with it, my heart.
You didn’t want to play with me,
You broke me all apart.

I’m just an old abandoned toy,
That you left alone and blue.
Forgotten in your toy box,
While you looked for something new.

A single day

A single day

Sometimes I feel so lonely
And I want you by my side
I think of seasons now gone past
And all the nights I cried

I wish things had been different
That together we could stay
To feel your love and sweetness
If just for a single day

How I miss the fun we had
The days of childlike play
Together days of solitude
When hardly a word we’d say

I think of all the love we shared
The day’s love saw us through
Of all the things we dreamed about
Most of which came true

Those are the times I remember
I’ll keep them close to my heart
I hope that you can feel my love
Even though we are apart

I’ve learned to smile once again
I’m going to be okay
The memories I have of you
Will see me through each day

A place in my heart

A place in my heart

I have a friend that’s always there,
Ready to lend a hand.
One who cares about my heartaches,
And seems to understand.

A good friend that I can count on,
When days are so weary.
Someone to share my deepest thoughts,
When nights are so dreary.

It seems I never find the words,
To show appreciation.
The sweet friendship that is offered,
Is an inspiration.

With these true words I send my love,
And thanks I do impart.
As you my friend will always have,
A place within my heart.

Love is forever

Love is forever.
It goes beyond space and time.
It lasts for all eternity
It knows no reason or rhyme.

Love is forever
Like that of a beautiful rose.
Love is never-ending
Like the trees, it continues to grow.

Love is forever
Like the wind constantly blows.
It shines on forever
Like the full moon glows.

Love is forever
Like the tide going to shore.
I know I’ll love you forever
Til the stars shine no more.

An aging experience

AN AGING EXPERIENCE

One sunny Summer morning,
I went out to eat,
I chose a local coffee shop,
And found an empty seat.

The seat was in a corner booth,
Between a window and a mirror,
I could view the entire place,
From the entry to the rear.

I ordered a decadent breakfast,
Of bacon, eggs and hash browns,
And a big mug of hot, black coffee,
With which to wash it down.

I sat back and felt relaxed,
And I looked about a bit,
A pleasant, cheerful coffee shop,
I was enjoying it.

I couldn’t help but notice,
So many older folk were here,
I smiled and nodded to a few,
Who seemed friendly and were near.

Old folks can be depressing,
Of course, they don’t mean to be,
However, they make me wonder,
How old age will look on me.

I’m not a snob; I don’t look down
On white hair and wrinkled skin,
And I know those obese ladies
Once had figures slim and trim.

And those wiry, skinny guys,
At one time were macho men,
(Do you believe we were deceived,
When long ago we married them?)

There was a lady sitting near me,
I thought I know her from some place,
An old friend? No, I doubted that,
She’s too old! See her wrinkled face!

She looked older than my mother,
Goodness! Look at that poor, old soul,
She couldn’t be a friend of mine,
For I knew she was much too old.

Her hair was mostly white,
With scattered streaks of gray,
Cut short for easy maintenance,
A good style for her age.

Her cheeks were thin and sunken-in,
A frown upon her face,
Her lips were pursed and tightly set,
Her color, pale like paste.

I kept sneaking peeks at her,
Why did she so intrigue me?
She really looked familiar,
Though my memory oft deceives me.

I smiled at her; she smiled back,
We met almost eye to eye,
But then she quickly turned away,
As, sheepishly, did I.

Poor old soul; she looked so old,
I had my doubts about her age
When I become as old as she,
I wondered would I look that way?

I took another sideways glance,
I gasped – now everything was clear,
The old lady I’d been watching,
Was my reflection in the mirror.

Alone within this silence

Alone within this silence
I gather love that’s near
No one else around me
My heartbeats I can hear

Just quiet in a daydream
That brings me gentle peace
All my thoughts escape me
My burdens now will cease

Time it has no meaning
World now stands so still
Peacefulness has entered
I’ve come here at my will

Renewal of my spirit
It gives my soul repair
So every new tomorrow
Will take away despair

Heart has now been lifted
Comfort so serene
Within these special moments
My soul is what I glean

Sure that I can capture
What brings the special light
So as I leave this quiet place
My spirit will ignite.

All that I am

All that I am … I give to you

Self-assured and confident
With pride she now stands tall
Head erect and heart all set
She now can give her all

No matter what she does in life
Strength is shining through
Realizing all her worth
Her soul found brave and true

Woman born of confidence
Each step that she now takes
Will leave a mark upon the world
Her spirit will not break

All the life that she will live
Her victory designed
This her wish a treasured gift
That heart and soul divined

Watch her as she’s walking by
So powerful her stride
Yet gentle as the morning spring
With beauty well supplied

Speak to her at break of day
With power she will rise
Reflections of the life she shares
Looking through your eyes.