Begrudged or celebrated,
It comes. Year after year – a
Rating of sorts. Alternately,
Treasured or cursed.
Hard for a loss or more
Dear for a gain.
A technical necessity,
Yet merely another day.
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Merely Another Day
Still
Every year they pay
For a paper card that holds their name:
Worth a tiny fraction of the price.
Every year they moan
That their group no longer grows:
A group that won’t take advice.
Every year the lure’s the same –
Mere pride, the cachet of their name:
A lure grown weak and small.
Every year (still) they complain
Even as they (still) refuse to change:
Why wouldn’t that appeal to all?
Think
If every disagreement comes
from prejudice alone,
And no contrary thoughts
Are worth a thought,
What are you but a drone?
Beauty’s Disguise
Make your waist look smaller.
Make your boobs look bigger.
Make your legs look longer.
Make your feet look shorter.
Hide. Cover. Enhance. Contour.
Disguise whatever looks like you.
The Sign Posts
The sign posts show the way
When to slow or pause or stop
Where one route joins another
Or breaks and flows apart
Without them no choice or all
An open meaning: directionless
New Day
Who decided the date
When old would change to new?
If set on any other day,
Would it not be just as true?
So must you wait to make your change
On the day you’re labeled to?
Or if new is what it takes to change,
Will any new day do?
It Changes
It changes
Through life’s many turns.
Closer. More distant.
Whether wished or not –
A fluctuation of time
A force of feelings
How to control it?
Reduce it? Increase it?
Whichever is wished
Comes the hardest of all.
Made to Feel
Made to feel
Elemental to another –
Rated high, invaluable, loved.
Right where you belong.
Yearned-for moments
Would the Trinity Agree
Did Jesus care if your kindness
Was in person or through taxes?
Did God say your fellow man
Was worthwhile only if he worked?
Was any adult ever saved
Through yelling tirades and insults?
Would the Trinity agree
That you’re truly doing God’s work?
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