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 … Continued
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 … Continued
Love is like a back massagewith the elbows strong, involvedpushing into muscles hardand you say it hurts, but good.
All paint will chip,all shingles will peal,all siding will rot,but your bones will heal.And even whenyou’re getting oldyou won’t be coveredin mushrooms or mold.All driveways will crumble,all stairs will creak,but a man that oldwill have wisdom to speak.
There once was a babywith a bunch of wavy hairand eyes so roundthey would stop and stare.And her cheeks were smoothand her nose was neat.She would smile so bigand show off her two teeth.But I would like that baby to … Continued
The leaves left from last fallare now not green at all.They chose to staybut died anyway.Why did they choose to stall?
Nothing that rhymes,nothing profound,nothing new‘neath the sun we spin ’round.No word left unsaid,no vice left untried,no bottle that floats‘cross this prairie so wide.
You came to bed so late last nightbecause you couldn’t sleep.I understand. When I’m not in bedI never sleep very deep.
I’m running on bananaand a handful of nuts,which is okay as long as Iam sitting on my butt.But when I finish all my workand get up to take a breakI will need some more foodlike a taco or a steak.