Just Another Day

It came and went unnoticed, just like any other day.
A useless, lonely, empty day...that took a year away.
Yet I don't feel much older, nor do I hate the face,
That I see in the miror, where age has left it's trace.
I wish that someone had noticed, or taken time to care.
Or called to say they thought of me, and wished that they were there.
But birthdays come and birthdays go, and time keeps marching on,
And friendships fade or go away, until you're left alone.
Today was just another day, and I was marking time...
My feelings hurt, my love light dimmed,
'Cause no one dropped a dime.
Not a single soul remembered, until the day had passed...
I guess I have discovered, the myth of friends, at last.

(Written on my 21st birthday)

Time's up!

Why must we continue, tell me, why does life drag on?
When all the things we work for, somehow turn out so wrong.
We work from sun to sun and yet, we never get ahead!
When the workday's finally over, it's time to go to bed.
Then get up in the morning, and start it all again...
And still, we sit and wonder, when will this nightmare end?
Someday it will be better! At least that's what they say.
We'll have the time to have some fun, and chase our cares away.
But have you ever noticed, no matter what is said,,,
As things start to get better....that's when you wake up DEAD!

The Name of the Game

Nothing makes sense anymore, everything I do is wrong.
My world is colored in darkness, every one I care for is gone.
I can't eat, I can's sleep, I can't concentrate.
My head aches, I'm tired, and my period's late,
I feel dizzy...I can't cope, I don't even try.
I have strange fits of laughter, and I don't know why.
I go to bed tired, and wake up the same.
I have memory lapses, where I don't know my name.
I dread coming in here, and I feel like a slob.
I think it's depression, IT'S BECAUSE OF MY JOB!
I need a diversion. Some sweet get-away.
Maybe a vacation? But I need it TODAY!
Well, money is low, and debts sure are high.
And I don't get time off, 'till the end of July!
So I guess I'll just fake it, for each day is the same.
It's a job...it's a paycheck.
That's the name of the game.

Autumn Leaves

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Floating gracefully to the earth, the leaves of Summer go.
Dancing merrily to the ground, while the wind does blow.
Twisting, turning, raising, falling, no pattern do I see.
Like a graceful ballerina, dancing just for me.
Rainbows of color, all around, red, brown, orange and green,
Multi-hued and crackling sounds, their beauty goes unseen.
For once they leave their tree-born home, and topple down to rest,
They cease to be a wonder, and just become a mess.
Something we have to sweep away, as we toss out last week's news,
Prepairing for the Winter's snow, their beauty, we abuse.
For Winter brings a resting, a peaceful quiet scene.
That takes us into Spring time, with it's bursting shades of green.
But Autumn leaves, and Autumn sounds, begin to set the mood,
That fulfill the Creator's promise, that life shall be renewed.

Just Wednesday

Everywhere I look these days, I see hearts and Cupid's bows.
They tell us in their subtle ways, to show how our love goes.
It seems they have a holiday, for each and every act.
But if that's what it is to care, I'd rather give it back
To me, my love is private.I let it light my way.
Love, it seems, should not be saved, for just one holiday.
I shall not buy a present, to give my Valentine.
I tell him each and every day, that I'm so glad he's mine.
Tonight, we'll light some candles, we'll share a meal and wine,
We'll dance around the parlor, and that will be just fine.
I know we both remember, what makes this feel so right.
'Tho this is not a holiday, it's just a Wednesday night.
We're friends who love each other, we're kids who still believe,
That it is still more blessed,to give than to receive.
For no one owns tomorrow, we only have today.
Dont's save it for it may not come, just give your love away.

For Jay

Late last night, I thought I heard you...whisper in my ear.
Telling me how your day went...so glad that I was near.
Late last night I thought I felt you, slipping into bed,
Trying not to hog the covers, careful where you laid your head.
Late last night I thought I felt you, gently kiss me on the cheek,
Thought I heard you softly praying: "Pray the Lord my soul to keep."
Late last night I thought I smelled you, the cologne I loved so much.
Felt your hand upon my shoulder, Oh God, I miss your touch.
Late last night I thought I loved you, yet I woke up all alone,
This is how I face each morning, ever since God called you home.

In Memory of Richard (1947-2008)

There's a feeling in the air, they say, that comes from up above.
It doesn't stay with everyone, this feeling they call LOVE.
It can warm the hearts of misers, can steal the hearts of crooks,
It's here and there and everywhere...all you have to do is look.
But some will still refuse it, yes, some won't let love in,
"Who needs this crazy, mushy stuff?" they say with a silly grin.
But deep inside they're thinkin", they'd really like to say.
"I love you very very much...more each and every day!"
But some men still have trouble, to let you see inside...
Those tender loving feelings, they think that they must hide.
Some have been hurt so deeply that they won't leave love in.
And that is such a crime, because Love's where healing does begin.
I know, because there is someone, who means the world to me
And he has feelings locked inside, where no one holds the key.
Bur something crazy happened, 'cause just the other day,
I found him buying presents, and giving hugs away.
He's been smiling. He's been laughing. He's been humming Christmas songs.
Why, he even took me shopping, so I know it won't be long.
'Till that old love light starts shining, and one little girl will start...
To see how easily that she can rule this Grandpa's heart.

Oil City

There's a town in Pennsylvania, where I've lived and laughed and cried,
Where I spent my youth, and raised my kid, and where I'll probably die,
That is very precious to me, that's my haven here on Earth.
Where life goes on, despite our fears, and people still give birth.
Where some still meet, and fall in love, while others move away.
Here some still curse the darkness, and others there still pray.
Lord knows it isn't perfect, and you can't call it clean...
But the sky is blue, the air is clean, and the grass and trees are green.
Where some are rich and others poor, and others just get by.
With very few exceptions, the people here still try.
Where there is room for progress, respect for traditions, too.
But bigotry, and crime and hate...we have no room for you!
Yet some sneaks in, but mostly, you'll find the people there,
Will work for truth and honesty, and find the time to care.
So if one day you find yourself while driving all around,
Come in, sit down, enjoy yourself...you're welcome in our town.

Reflections

The beauty here between us, comes not from only me,
Your gentle, kind and giving ways,
Have helped to make it be.
You say you feel unworthy, you hold me up too high,
Because even the eagle, without the wind, can't fly.
For everything, it has two sides, a front side and a back.
And one without the other, would surely cease for lack.
Don't put me on a pedestal, for I may topple down...
Just give me what you have to give, with both feet on the ground.
You find the very best in me. You bring it to the light.
You give yourself so freely, and make it seem so right.
A woman's like a mirror, reflecting what she's shown,
A lot of what you see in me, is that which is your own.

In memory of Jay (1947-2006)

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Inside me there's a secret place, concealed from prying eyes.
That's void of disappointment, where tears are never cried.
This tiny place inside my heart, and I've the only key,
Preserving all the memories, of times you spent with me.
It's soft and ever flowing, it causes no one pain.
It's often I escape in there, to hold you close again.
For life and people often change, and sometimes they depart...
Yet, here inside my secret world, I hold you in my heart.

Santa's List

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There's a feeling in the air that tells me Christmas time is near,
And it won't be long until we hear the songs of mirth and cheer.
So, it's time to trim the tree and hang the mistletoe up high,
For the season's growing FRANTIC, and the time is drawing nigh.
When friends will all come calling, and bestowing Christmas mirth:
A time for love and laughter and peace to all on Earth.
Now's the time to hang the stockings, and make a special wish,
And hope that you've been good enough to make Ol' Santa's list.
Now, he knows we are not perfect, and he knows how hard we try...
But it's hard to stuff a stocking with a six foot six inch guy.
So if you get your wish this year, and I do not get mine...
You better be prepared to share...or I'll whimper, bawl and whine!
He need not be too handsome, he need not be too bright...
But he better be prepared to stay for more than just one night.
For Winter time is frigid, and the gas bills run ski-high,
If you're gonna freeze your "good-parts" off, it best be with a guy!
Now, should you find me Christmas day, with a big smile on my face...
You'll know Ol' Santa finally found his way to Toni's place!

The Hollidays

God, I hate the holidays, the gathering of clans,
The snide, smart innuendos, the best intentioned plans,
The groping and complaining, the sweet, yet sickening smiles,
The painted on expressions...that just go on for miles.
I hate last minute shopping, I really hate the crowds.
I hate the mall on holidays, the music's much too loud.

And yet I love the holidays, when families keep in touch,
When differences are put away, and people care so much.
The giving and the sharing, the grins, the hugs, the winks,
The turkey and the pumpkin pie, the dressing and the drinks.
The wrapping of the presents, the rush that starts to flow,
The twinkle in the children's eyes...at freshly fallen snow.
I love to hear the laughter, I even like the songs.
I like the way I feel inside...like nothing can go wrong.

God, I love the holidays, the gathering of clans,
The funny innuendos, the best intentioned plans.