Everyone Is So Nice – Happy Thanksgiving

If you want to find happiness find gratitude

Everyone is so nice
Everywhere
So you wonder why there is strife
It’s not fair
We the people don’t want it
Anymore
Anywhere

Peace
We want peace
From now on
Each of us
All of us
Everyone
We want just to live
Enjoy the air we breathe
It’s the same old sun for all of us
In love we believe

So everybody
Everywhere
Time for us to truly share

Happy Thanksgiving!

And Then On

It was a moment that led into an hour
Then a day, then a month, then years,
Then a life
A life of love
From an instant to a minute
And then on
To an endless supply of mirth and merriment
And just plain contentment
As we ambled down the road
Together, together
Ever, ever
Never to sever
Locked forever
However we go
Wherever for we know
We’re not going anywhere without the other.

Harvest Time Is Here Again

Harvest time is here again
Dawn to dusk
Then back again
Loading the tractor
Filling the barn
All I’ve ever known
Living the farm
Critters abound
We see life as a whole
A concentric circle
A place of our own
A simple life
But good
It ain’t easy
So we work hard
The wife and me
Will the kids take it over?
That’s wait and see
For the time being
There’s so much to do
Gotta get going
So it’s later for you

We Are All Actors on a Stage

We’re all actors on a stage
I do it for real
I learn my lines
Wear costumes
Pretend it is real life
But sometimes something happens
When one cannot conceal
The emotions being displayed
Are truly, really real
Ask Jenny, she played my female lead
We didn’t write the lines
But what they meant to her and me
Grew with each performance
As if meant to be
With every encore as we bowed
Electric chemistry
That play had a long run
So have we
You see, we got married
Happily
These days we write our own lines
There’s a joyful family
Wait for our Christmas card
Then you’ll see

You Are My Sun

To hear you sigh
To see you laugh
To know that you are near
Invokes the deepest feelings
One could ever have 
Life may be evanescent
But our love is not
You make it real
You make it hot
Filled with warm love
Cooler than any breeze
We sail through life
Finally, I’m at ease
Which is all to say
My dear special one
I live for you
You are my sun

A New Secret Agent Poem

They’re recruiting me
MI6
And the CIA
Land sakes alive
Dual citizenship
No hindrance to me
Helps to have a major in Slavic languages
And an Oxford degree
How they latched on to me
I don’t really know
That Dad worked at
Arlington might have put them in the know
Interesting life choices being offered
I don’t know
Investment banking has its rewards
That’s on the table
I’m inclined to VC
I could have a capital time
Avoid DC and endless bureaucracy
See the world
It’s nice to be wanted
I feel like the girl everyone wants to dance with
I’m still at the prom
I’ll ask my parents
I know they’ll have thoughts

What You Do For Me

I’m consistently overwhelmed by your generosity
Your constant kindness
What you do for me
How you deliver
It’s the big and little things
I’m in deep
In love
You’re so good to me
So lover, let me thank you
I’ll do the best I can
To make you happy
To be your loving man
You’re the best
You really are
I’m awed
I’m overwhelmed
At who you are

You Make It Real

To hear you sigh
To see you laugh
To know that you are near
Invokes the deepest feelings
One could ever have 
Life may be evanescent
But our love is not
You make it real
You make it hot
Filled with warm love
Cooler than any breeze
We sail through life
Finally, I’m at ease
Which is all to say
My dear special one
I live for you
You are my sun

The Best Night Out

The best night out
Is an evening in with you
A bottle of wine
I’ll make the stew
A movie to watch
Snuggles to be had
A night in with you
Perfect for this lad

If I don’t talk
That is because
I like listening to you
For you give me pause
To enjoy your brilliance
Your beauty just awes

We’ve got all we need
In this happy home
My darling you are
In the loving zone
Happy, so happy
Happy to be
Hanging out with my lovely
My baby and me

Telegraph and Bancroft

It all came together at Telegraph and Bancroft
Swami used to hold forth there
Doing his rant
One vendor sold freshly squozen OJ
Though he had a law degree
That’s the way it was in 1970

The entrance is still the same to UCB
New arrivals come each day
Where they will work and learn and play
And maybe fall in love, as I once did
Now long ago and far away

I made friends, I grew up, I miss those days
Filled with wonder and amazement
That set my life ablaze