Why should I come home? he texts,
There is nothing for me there.
So there’s not: there’s only us,
Only moments we could share.
Only life and only living,
Only taking, resting, giving.
But I know it’s too much bother
So, don’t bother.
The wind, it sings a distant song
From far over the sea;
It’s asking, who is answerable
To help humanity?
Is it the rich? The scientists?
Is it the government?
Or is it all of us who share
This global circus tent?
I feel the answer in the wind
That blows o’er hill and lea;
Each name that’s called I will not know,
But one of them is me.
In every land and time we know:
That there’ll be rich and poor,
That freedom and security
Will always be at war,
That people will be good and bad,
That they’ll be false and true,
That kids will break their parents’ hearts,
And have theirs broken, too
She told him, “Real men don’t get sick”
He said, “That’s ludicrous.”
She said, “You’d better get well quick.”
He shrugged, “That’s dubious.”
She told him, “I know you are fine.”
“And just how, may I ask?”
She said, “You’re too young to decline.”
Then he said, “Kiss my ass.
I didn’t ask to be like this
It’s not what I had planned –
It isn’t something I enjoy
It’s something I can’t stand.
I know for now, that all of this
Is what I must go through:
I’m sick because I am, and now
On top, I’m sick of you.”
There once was a young boy named Rick
Whose poor sense of humor was sick
When he’d get capacious
For matters salacious
A quick limerick did the trick
Funny thing about that night –
I had known her for so long
But somehow I’d never noticed
Just how wonderful she was
But then – everything was right;
We both felt a pull so strong –
A chance that was once remotest,
Now? More probable than cause
And that night we came together
Sunk back down then came again;
Twisting in the night like ivy
Tangled up like fishing wire
But we came and went like weather
Never got back what had been;
We had acted too unwisely
And been burned by one night’s fire
Way back in the 80’s
I worked for D.O.D.,
And daily witnessed something
I no way could foresee
Would one day be all over.
I bet you’ll never guess:
We worked on what would one day be
Known as the “G.P.S.”
Global – well, because it is,
Positioning – what it does;
Satellite – kind of makes it work
That’s all it is or was.
Just one project of many
Can’t say much more about it:
Here’s to the mighty G.P.S –
We’d all be lost without it