Growing Old
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Everyday something else shows up as another sign of old age,
Our aches and pains keep building yearly which makes us rage.
This poem describes how I visualize myself as I grow older.
It’s like an increasing burden that we must carry on our shoulder. Continue reading
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If we got bored hanging round and wanted to have some fun,
We called Buffalo Bob to come up for a Hard Rock Casino run.
We got some free rooms and met for a good visit in the suites.
The Poem points out some of the fun times that were so sweet. Continue reading
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Sometimes our loved ones mean more to us than they know,
And we need to make an effort to tell them we love them so.
The poem expresses my appreciation to Pam for all she does,
Perhaps this short little poem will start a little bit of a buzz. Continue reading
For a while in the late 1990s, we made weekend trips to the lake,
We did several of the activities we loved on our weekend break.
This poem tells a little about how we worked the fun stuff in.
Just having a ball on our terrific monthly Grand Lake Weekend. Continue reading
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Sometimes it feels good to blow a little hot air having fun,
Other times a little hot air can keep us out of trouble on the run.
This poem reviews a little of my hot air about some real times,
While working hard to make sure all the poem verses rhyme. Continue reading
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When I was young no one told me smoking was bad for my health,
So I got hooked on cigarettes at a very young age hiding in stealth.
It was so very hard to quit when I got older smoking quite heavy.
This poem reviews my experiences and the cost that was levied. Continue reading
There are some people out there that prefer wine over beer,
I don’t really understand how this can be, but I really don’t care.
Like Billy Currington says so well in his recent hit country song.
“I’m pretty good at drinking beer” to which I always sing along. Continue reading
There are a few old relics I have saved from my time in Vietnam.
Some are interesting and I am just going to review them some.
The poem discusses some of the relics that I have kept here,
And omits the other stuff that I did leave in country over there. Continue reading
Junior’s Jeep
For you all that don’t know, Junior’s a nickname I gave Tamara.
I gave her that name because Pam wanted a boy for her camera.
She’s grown up now and almost forty, but she still scares me,
When I ride in the car with her in Dallas in traffic so very heavy. Continue reading
Kristi’s Flower Power
Early in the spring of 2015 our daughter Kristi was visiting here.
She was in a very happy mood so she bought a few plants I fear.
She planted them out front in our tiny little garden spot in an hour,
This Poem will surely demonstrate what I call her Flower Power. Continue reading