Day: December 3, 2019

 I am tired of 
 hearing Joe Namath 
 talk about getting 
 free meals from
 Medicare along 
 with free rides to
 appointments and 
 the rest of the
 long list of freebies
  
 Why wouldn’t 
 the powers to be
 pay someone a
 little more destitute 
 and believable 
 I liked Joe when 
 he led the Jets over
 the Colts.  
 That was 
 quite a feat.
 I remember 
 Emerson Booser 
 running the ball
  
 Now Mike Ditka is 
 doing the hawking
 He isn’t chewing gum
 like he did when 
 he was running 
 frantically on
 the sidelines of 
 the Chicago Bears
 What makes these 
 guys authorities?
 Maybe the way 
 they were so good 
 at spitting
  
 Stanski
 December 3, 2019 ^ 

  
 Wind roaring in darkened sky
 Waves pounding relentlessly
 People wonder what’s happening
 Moving with uncertainty
 Just that time of year
 A little before the hunt
  
 Adrenalin naturally flowing
 Taking the listless out of their funk
 I ponder and look for the beauty
 No one can take that away
 Some won’t waste their time on this
 Trying to save it for another day
  
 Besides they’re getting ready
 For the really big event
 The tracking, the hoping and the plotting
 The camping, the trailer or tent
 A few days pass; they seem the same
 No snow, no tracks and no deer
  
 They’re using quite a bit of time
 Playing cards and drinking beer
 More days go and then some snow
 They think they like the beauty
 Success of the hunt comes to them
 They march proudly as if it were duty
  
 Camp is broken; now homeward bound
 They’re the exceptional ones in the crowd
 Eagles are spotted, along with a bear
 In this land of enchantment they’re proud
 Arrive at home and strut their strut
 Like boys graduating from school
 They know all about nature’s beauty
 And love it, too.  They’re nobody’s fool
  
 Stanski
 December 2, 2019 ^
   

 I feel like I am on a Greyhound Bus
 Don’t know where I’m going
 I’m all mixed up, and down
 I know things get better
 Bo Jangles says drink Tennessee Whiskey
 Then he dances away and
 Doesn’t tell me why
  
 I have to figure these things out
 I’ll have a little talk with Jesus
 He’ll help me find my way
 I’m not blaming anyone
 I know how to look in the mirror
 But I’ll tell him what is going on
 Maybe things will be alright
  
 I woke up this morning and
 Looked out at 24 inches of snow
 Life for me seemed over
 How could I possibly handle this?
 I am not a loser, but this is hell
 Except it’s a whole lot colder
 I hope my Friend is with me
  
 My bus is going in circles
 No way to stop it seems
 I’m not putting the fault on anyone
 I should be big enough to
 Step up to the plate, but
 Every time I look out the window
 That snow seem deeper and heavy
  
 Someday my day will come
 I will rise to the occasion
 For now the bus seems the answer
 My seat is not all that comfortable
 And there is no room to lay down
 I hope I’ll find my destination
 But really, I’m not ready yet
  
 Stanski
 December 2, 2019 ^