Our ageless King, still smilin’ and still foxy.
They say Walt Disney was frozen to live again,
To once more walk his magic land of mice and men.
Al Einstein’s brain is rumored floating in a jar.
Until he’s got a new body, he won’t go far.
This is America, where failure is decried.
This is America, and death must be denied.
In The Fields Of Life
In the fields of life, a harvest
Sometimes comes far out of season,
When we thought the earth was old
And could see no earthly reason
To rise for work at break of dawn,
And put our muscles to the test.
With winter here and autumn gone,
It just seems best to rest, to rest.
But under winter fields so cold,
Wait the dormant seeds of seasons
Unborn, and so the heart does hold
Hope that heals all bitter lesions.
In the fields of life, a harvest.
The Weight
We have a weight to carry
And a distance we must go.
We have a weight to carry,
A destination we can’t know.
We have a weight to carry
And can put it down nowhere.
We are the weight we carry
From there to here to there.
The Train Leaves The Station
All of us are travelers lost,
Our tickets arranged at a cost
Unknown but beyond our means.
This odd itinerary of scenes
– Enigmatic, strange, unreal –
Leaves us unsure how to feel.
No postmortem journey is rife
With more mystery than life.
A Delicious Walk
The tired dog lies licking its feet.
Absorbed, quiet, and so discrete.
You would be wrong in assuming
It is engaged in mere grooming.
You can tell by the canine smiles,
It’s tasting the mem’ry of miles.
Habit Makes Destiny
On the road that I have taken,
One day, walking, I awaken,
Amazed to see where I have come,
Where I’m going, where I’m from.
This is not the path I thought.
This is not the place I sought.
This is not the dream I bought,
Just a fever of fate I’ve caught.
I’ll change highways in a while,
At the crossroads, one more mile.
My path is lit by my own fire.
I’m going only where I desire.
On the road that I have taken,
One day, walking, I awaken.
One day, walking, I awaken,
On the road that I have taken.
Pedal To The Metal
Hope is the destination that a seek.
Love is the road that leads to hope.
Courage is the motor that drives us.
We travel out of darkness into faith.
Even on this map of infinite complexity,
Only one highway is worth following,
One route worth the time behind the wheel,
One arrival rewarding to the traveler.
No rest stop can offer rest assured
To equal the peace at highway’s end,
When you’ve driven hard and well,
With purpose, in search of meaning.
Remembering When We Didn’t Expect To Live Forever
We once ate great half-raw steaks
And washed them down with martinis.
Eggs and bacon for breakfast,
Sweet or sour cream over Minis.
We drove fast and free of belts.
We smoked if we wanted to.
We finished the day with a brandy
And occasionally even two.
Now we know the folly of those ways,
The dangers of those innocent days.
Salad now, and a glass of iced tea.
We shudder at the mention of Brie.
Seatbelts, airbags, sugarless gum.
Count every calorie, know the sum.
Clogged arteries are not forgiving.
Clogged or not – this isn’t living.
A Roundness
Life is a gift that must be given back,
And joy should arise from its possession.
It’s too damned short, and that’s a fact.
Hard to accept, this earthly procession
To final darkness is a journey done,
Circle completed, work of art sublime,
A sweet melodic rhyme, a battle won.
Remembered Dreams
Your face, as no other face,
Populates remembered dreams.
Your arms, as no other place:
Landscape to remembered dreams.
Your heart, as no other heart.
Your eyes, as no other eyes,
In you each dream must start.
With you the real world dies
And my life thereafter lies
Only in remembered dreams.
Academic And Novelist As Abbott And Costello