The page is empty
white and bright
as the moon that's
high tonight


These little black squiggles
will hopefully make sense
 make you sigh
And sometimes giggle

The pressure is on
I'm my Jessie's partner
Buddy, assistant, (not really)
easier to twirl a baton.

To faithfully write
compose, deposit
words on a page
takes a little might.

brain exercises
that's what I'll call them
will keep my aging
brain from losses

healthy mental
alertness, awareness
intelligence and
thinking prowess.

Will be my reward

                                                         
It's Up to You

It's up to you
the path you choose...
You see the paths so
clearly before you now
There's the one that follows
fear and loneliness, the path
of least resistance ironically
takes us into the woods alone.
And drops us there and doesn't care.
You say the other path is way too hard
It makes me sweat and grunt and start
again again again and again.
The path to loving yourself is
certainly worth all of the pain.
For it leads to all other paths
full of fruit trees lining the way
Picture yourself eating the fruit
of relationships full of harmony
closeness, laughter and love.
It's there for the taking
one step at a time
With patience and focus
the tortoise won the race!
Although it's not a race
It is a destination and
what you will need is
only your good will
and persistence and...
The Savior who loves
Us all the same
Who beckons, lay your
burden at my feet and
follow me, even yoke
yourself to me, even take
shelter under my wing,
see my Light, it is lighting
your way. Look up, do not
complicate your life.
Look up!

Some days nothing different happens.  Today was not that day.  Today I saw something I've never seen or done before.  I guess when you are a custodian at a huge university you better get used to being surprised.  Picture is of my souvinir, a blister, too much plunging.

What is Orange and Floats?

Bet you can't guess what I'm thinking!

Here are some hints to get your wheels turning.

Two inches long, and one inch wide
Smells sweet and good to eat
except when mixed with toilet paper
and pewy poopy.

Could have been nine little
goldfish happily swimming
These are blind and cannot swim.
Just tossed around from rim to rim.

Sad to say I was the one who found them.
one by one they came up from the deep
being sucked and sucked till they couldn't creep.
Only nine! there must be ten!

The pot is still overflowing when flushing
They keep popping up and floating
Is this never ending, before my eyes
Orange things keep appearing!

I know you can't begin to guess
so here is the crazy answer
Some idiot girl unsuccessfully tried
to flush their cantaloupe down the sewer!

What were you thinking you might say aghast
My theory I just came up with
is their shaking fingers fumbled and fumbled
And into the toilet her fruit salad tumbled.

Then you have to say,
when number 2 is on the way,
why, bring your delicious
fruit salad into a stall
where it could poosibly fall!