The Music Man sits;
The Music Man plays—
While the busy old world
Goes about its ways.
And very few pause
To hear the song;
They don’t have patience
To wait that long.
The Music Man
Month: March 2020
When It Ends
Author’s Note: To be clear, I do not think that the current difficulties we are facing signify the end of the world! However, the disruption to normal life caused me to remember these thoughts I jotted down a couple of years ago. Though at first this poem may seem disheartening, at a time when many things seem out of our control, what is in our control is who we become. And that is encouraging indeed.
How will it be when it ends,
When it ends . . .
How will it be when it ends—
When Hell is unleashed and with murder contends;
How will it be when it ends?
My Li’l Darlin’
Deep in fairy forest,
A cheery fire burns—
Around it dance the leprechauns
With mesmerizin’ turns.
Their ginger hair a swirlin’,
They sing of misty dreams,
Of brilliant archin’ rainbows,
Of gold that ever gleams.
Caterpillars and Butterflies
What raises the crawling caterpillar
Above the common plain,
Allowing her to soar above
And lofty heights obtain?
Once Upon A Rhyme 