Pages of The Soul

Beautiful.

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I fell in love with the story of you
Which I took the time to read
My mind made up after only one page
Knowing for certain, my heart would follow suit
Gosh, so beautiful a soul!
With each day, you are brand new
No need for a rewrite
This version of you is the truest
I don’t make comparisons
This moment belongs to you and I
And there is a lot more of your story
I am looking forward to reading

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What Stress?

“What stress do you have,” you might ask
“That you ahould feel this way?”

“What stress do you have,” you might ask
“That you ahould feel this way?”
You have a steady job, and get
A fair amount of pay.”

I think that is legit, and so
I’ll try now to explain
Why I might be a little tense
Just what’s been on my brain

The job I have’s remunerative
But I’m to up my ears
With ten billions of dollars and
With many folks’ careers

My wife’s job is a stressful one
She’s frequently a light
Called in for dying people in
The middle of the night

My eldest daughter’s pregnant
And her marriage has its woes
My youngest son’s bipolar and
His unemployment shows

Another daughter’s marrying
But doesn’t want us there;
The last one’s husband just resents
Her burgeoning career

I’m fifty-three years old and things
Have just changed, big, at work;
I don’t know if I’m liked or favored –
Thought of as a jerk –

So I will play piano, write and read,
I’ll stretch and walk;
To try to work off all this stress
And not go into shock

For everything is pushing me
Out here onto this ledge;
And I just need some breathing space
To back up
Off this edge

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(prompted)

Yes, She Is Actually Both

She works up six floors and down the hall.

Three point nine five in law school
Impressive record in and out of court

Strong command of fact and tactics
Good colleague, great work ethic

Excellent negotiator, tireless

And clumsily hit on by
Every flaccid, impotent boor
In her city

Including the one she lives with