I should have said somethingInstead I said nothingNow I’m left to wonderCould I have stopped this blunder?Or would it have happened anywayDespite what I had to say The words were in my mouthI could have let them outInstead I bit my tongueAnd swallowed words that stungTo spare someone’s feelingsThat now need some healing Would it have made it betterIf I had broke my fetters?Or would it have been worseIf I had been adverse?I guess we’ll never knowSince I was too yellow I should have said something, now no one can hear me.   Posted in response to the daily prompt.

I’ve enjoyed the days of other-when With all my good old friends But today is where I now abide The past can only be a guide I truly miss my friends of yore And all the fun we had before Those memories are truly golden And to my friends I am beholden But life moves on so very fast That memories are all that last The things I do with my new friends I know that they too soon will end And what today seems sharp and crisp Will soon be as a will-o-wisp

I cut my grass with a reel mower. No engine turns the rotors for me. They turn only because I push the mower. I need to do this twice a week. The work is hard, my arms get tired My heart beats faster than I like If it’s wet, the wheels get mired Someday soon I’ll go on strike But it gets easier as summer goes by The grass doesn’t seem so tough I’m not saying it’s as easy as pie But there’re fewer times I huff and puff I look in a mirror and see muscles there My frame is more trim and fit And no need to give up my éclairs I should have foreseen this benefit I should cut grass all year round It’s cheaper than going to a gym Even when there’s frost on the ground Just to keep myself slim Written in response to the Daily Prompt

A book is such a wondrous thing It takes you anywhere you want to go It gives you dreams on which to cling It shows you things you yearn to know To foreign planets or foreign lands Or somewhere just around the block When you’ve a book in your hands You have the key to every lock Go back in time through history To learn about what used to be Or some far-flung future fantasy The words will set my mind free I have my magic door, my time machine And I feel I can read the author’s mind I watch it all without being seen In each book where words are enshrined

I look back at all the years, All the joys and all the tears. I think about what’s ahead, As I lay quietly in my bed. I know I should try to sleep, But these memories softly creep Into my head and through my mind, To the place where they’re enshrined. The good, the bad, the in between, All the things that I have seen, They make me who I am today, They frame the words I have to say. Without my memories I would not be Who I am, they make me free.