On Valentine’s Day

With spirit soaring on virtual wings

And laughter in his throat

A man in love extols in kind

The girl who has him smote

 

No bitter tongue or poison pen

Can change the heart now set

The fairest lass in all the land

Was his the day they met

 

Gifts have no price that can’t be paid

Nor want that may be spoke

When love’s sure token given free

Casts off the lonesome yoke

 

No path of cinders glowing red

Or dragon to be slayed

Can slow the cause of being wed

To his true virtuous maid

 

Watching Not Helping

She’s such a little darling

He is as good as gold

When asked to look at the TV

They do as they are told

 

Out shopping they’re so helpful

As they run around the store

Bringing things they think I’ll need

Like chocolates, toys and more

 

Dodging round the trolleys

They’re so nimble on their feet

Trying out the pick and mix

And other things to eat

 

Selfish people can be grumpy

When standing in their way

And nasty managers even moan

About their precious display

 

But they don’t see them with their pals

Outside, when I’m not there

They seem to get along just fine

And injuries are rare

 

At school they are so popular

The teachers know them well

They soon would learn their ABC

If they just sit still for a spell

 

I do my best to help them

Like shopping for their clothes

I get the best designer shoes

And had piercings for their nose

 

I think that I’m so lucky

Compared to some I know

My kids are independent

And I love to watch them grow.

The Perfect Dad

I know I’m not a perfect dad

At times I drive my children mad

Perhaps my faults were always there

Pointed out, they are now clear

 

Gone is the need to care so much

For each child’s welfare, health and such

Guiding in the social mores

Without setting many chores

 

To feed and clothe without concern

That they give something in return

To ply with love, support and care

And show them it’s OK to dare

 

Providing every chance to see

The very best that they might be

Become the adult I am not

I tried to give it my best shot

 

The final test of fatherhood;

I hadn’t really understood

When adult, can each child respect

Dad’s are flawed and seldom perfect?

 

Forming Opinions

If opinion is divided,

Consensus not in sight.

Head and heart may disagree,

But both cannot be right

 

Bring to bear one measure;

The final acid test.

Belief can be convincing,

But evidence is best.

 

Never Being Wrong

Know for certain this one fact

However surely you may act

There is a chance you may be wrong

Perhaps should sing a different song

 

Know this too, for it is true

Some about, loyal to you

Politely as you ply your view

Consider this as nothing new

 

The Other Point of View

This world is happening around you
Though logic says that for others this is true
Those others cannot share your senses
The same world but through different lenses

Others may walk on your stage for a time
With bit-parts; though few may be prime
They, like those you pass in your car
Unaware that you are the star

For those you affect with your actions
Fates changed by your common transactions
Never knowing the one point of view
That’s exclusively experienced by you.