It would be easier to not have any aspirations.
It would feel like hanging out at someone else’s house,
finally relaxing because there’s nothing to get done.
We would stay there ’til eleven,
just talking and talking,
and we’d go home and go to bed and wake up in the morning,
wondering what we had talked about.
I Love to See You Move About
I love to see you move about.
I love to see you crawl.
I’m glad that you can go so quick.
That isn’t true for all.
I’m glad that you can wiggle and squirm.
I’m glad that you are able.
So kick and roll and twist and go
but not on the changing table!
Elbows
Love is like a back massage
with the elbows strong, involved
pushing into muscles hard
and you say it hurts, but good.
But a Man That Old
All paint will chip,
all shingles will peal,
all siding will rot,
but your bones will heal.
And even when
you’re getting old
you won’t be covered
in mushrooms or mold.
All driveways will crumble,
all stairs will creak,
but a man that old
will have wisdom to speak.
There Once Was a Baby
There once was a baby
with a bunch of wavy hair
and eyes so round
they would stop and stare.
And her cheeks were smooth
and her nose was neat.
She would smile so big
and show off her two teeth.
But I would like that baby to know
that being cute isn’t what it’s about
and for the rest of her life she needs to be
more concerned with the inside than out.
Stall
The leaves left from last fall
are now not green at all.
They chose to stay
but died anyway.
Why did they choose to stall?
Oh Money
Oh money!
Money on the bar,
money in the drawer.
Put the money in the bank,
and hope for some more.
Money for a house,
money for our health
money for a plan,
for worry, waste, or wealth.
Money to eat,
money to move,
money to buy new ones
when you wear through your shoes.