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There must be a reason for all this stuff,
It gathers here and there
Around the feet and everywhere.

Why would anyone want this stuff,
It won't buy a cup of coffee
Or even a ticket to a G rated movie.

I guess I will just enjoy the stuff
It seems that it is always here
And, maybe, I'll need it in the new year.

She came from the Oklahoma hills
A lass barefooted and tanned.
A poet inspired her to write -
But the words that sprang forth
Where such a frightful sight.

There was little rhyme and no reason;
The words just flowed along the page.
She should be quite ashamed
Of such simpletry of word and thought
And, she left each effort unnamed.

The day has been long and the mind is gone
Whatever shall a poor gal do?
She can't find her recipe and her pantry is bare,
She'll just have to go to bed and hide her head.
Whatever shall a poor gal do?

It has been a hustle and a bustle
People everywhere
Everyone wanted something from me
Just a little piece here or there.

But I held my ground
Did what it was I could.
And, "lo and behold" as the angels say
Peace on earth at home, has stood.

Here it is, a new year
A chance to begin once again.
A time to ponder
A time to produce
A time for worthy plans
or
A time to just do it all over again.

What shall it be
It could be a really new beginning
A chance to fly
A chance to spring forth
A chance to be noble
or
A chance to just wait for the beginning.

The laundry
She piles herself up everywhere
I think she should have more pride
Than just lying around smelling.
I should do something about her
She has long outstayed her welcome.
I guess it is time to give the old girl
A good dunking.

Where Shall I Go

I follow the Lord.
I believe in His teaching and his love.
Earthly people have hurt me,
Have tried to take away my joy.
I will not run from the joy of the Lord.
I will continually run toward Him and His blessings.
Where shall I go?
To the Lord, of course.
There is no other place.

Where did I get this?
Why is it here?
Did I think once that it was lovely?
Did I want it forever?

What is this?
What is its importance?
Can something be done with it?
Will it last forever?

I know that at one time
This must have been very special to me.
So, I will keep it and try to think--
Why was this forever?

Jill

She is in retirement.
Her days are long and slow.
She likes it that way.
It is nice to just let life flow.

Will she ever be busy again.
Who knows if that will be true.
She hasn't had time to think
There has been so much to do.

Jill is enjoying her new time.
It is a delight to be free.
Free to write to good friends like you.
Time to embrace the world with glee.

I Long

I long for the days of ago.
They were of simple times.
Children were safe on the streets.
Moms were carefully attending to the little ones.
Dad had time to play ball out in the backyard.

What happened to us all.
We no longer have time.
We can't slow down enough to raise our children
Or to smell the flowers along our path.
I long for the days of ago to be with me today.

Just a few thoughts.