POEM OF THE WEEK
Oh, the pain.
But I can see the gain.
As youths we believed fairy tales
Rumplestilskin and Peter Pan.
As adults we pay bills
Have cellular phones and mortgage plans.
What parents were,
They are no more.
Simply because the time has come
When pockets can dun'.
Allowances are a thing of the past
Christmas presents, don't even ask.
Independence came with maturity.
Responsibility with financial security.
Fairy tales may no longer exist
But the hands that put us to bed
Prepared us for life's challenging road
Where, everyday reality strikes.
- William Dyson
My Paint Set
If the sky is grey what colour should I paint the day?
Some may shout, paint it grey! Paint it grey!
I don't think so though.
I don't have a grey paint in my set.
I have red or yellow, a bright pink or shocking purple.
Let me look some more,
Sorry, I see a lush green, and a sky blue and a reddish orange.
Ohoo! I just found the canary yellow.
My paint set has only bright colours.
Who wants to paint with me ?
Come, stand beside me and let us paint the world with bright colours.
It would look beautiful.
You would love it and I would love it too.
- Rose Nuako
Struggles, challenges, hardship
Nothing seems to be going right
Trying hard, but I'm coming up empty
Relief has taken a stance
To remain in the distance
A solution is nowhere in sight
Tossing and turning again for me tonight
When thoughts turn to what lies ahead
I'm feeling trapped and encased
Waiting for my escape
From a tangled web of dire straits
Where's my escape?
I can't go left, right, up, down
Neither forward nor backward
Tough times aren't for the squeamish
It's survival of the fittest
Giving up isn't an option
Regardless of the situation
I've got to believe, keep the faith
That better days are around the corner
I embrace hope and take things at my pace
While waiting to escape from dire straits
- S. Dionne Phillips