Two years after 9-11, what Pres George W Bush called a "trifecta," as it bailed out his failed presidency, I might have been despondent and probably was for a time. A family photo taken over 40 years earlier snapped me out of it. In 1960 we were a young married couple struggling to get by on meager pay, a 4-year old son and and a toddler…
Two years after 9-11, what Pres George W Bush called a "trifecta," as it bailed out his failed presidency, I might have been despondent and probably was for a time. A family photo taken over 40 years earlier snapped me out of it. In 1960 we were a young married couple struggling to get by on meager pay, a 4-year old son and and a toddler to care for. That cold morning our year old son was photographed pointing to something coming out of the oven, glee written all over his face. He was ecstatic.
Hence, a poem in 2003 that I entitled "Life" but might have called it "Happiness."
Two years after 9-11, what Pres George W Bush called a "trifecta," as it bailed out his failed presidency, I might have been despondent and probably was for a time. A family photo taken over 40 years earlier snapped me out of it. In 1960 we were a young married couple struggling to get by on meager pay, a 4-year old son and and a toddler to care for. That cold morning our year old son was photographed pointing to something coming out of the oven, glee written all over his face. He was ecstatic.
Hence, a poem in 2003 that I entitled "Life" but might have called it "Happiness."
Life isn't a beach.
It isn't a peach.
It isn't a warm, cuddly puppy.
Life isn't a kitten
Nor a poem one has written.
It isn't an "O" so surprised guppy.
Life's not unsticky wickets,
Winning lottery tickets,
Nor even a Chinese made trisquette.
Here down below --
For those in the know --
Life is a hot buttered biscuit.