Day: December 16, 2019

If there are dog days
Could there be dog hours
I think there could be
Mine would be after
The sun has set and
There is still enough
Light to see the trees
And covered ground,
But without the dazzling
Wonder presented
Just earlier, when the
Sun highlighted the
Upper branches with
Bronze and golden touches
And lite up the snow
Laying on the high banks
Of the dunes

The sun drops below
The horizon and you
Go from the heights
Of ecstasy to the
Valley of despair in
Four seconds as the
Late Bob Ufer said
When Harry Oliver
Kicked a long field goal
To bring victory to
Notre Dame over
Michigan at the
Notre Dame Stadium
That was a dog day
For Michigan fans

It is amazing how
Emotions are affected
By nature and real
Incidents in life
Dog days, hours, minutes
And even seconds

Stanski
December 16, 2019 ^

Just because someone
Does not offer you a drink
Isn’t a reason to suppose
That he has committed a crime
Some are not generous
Not so hard to understand
Others have a reason
To give a false impression

Technology ruins everything
Where has critical thinking gone?
So you have your feelings hurt
Is the bad or just a set back?
Now the strive to get even
How absurd one might think
The thought of forgiveness lost
Like Little Red Riding Hood

Hansel and Gretel cheering
They are full of spirit
Have a feeling for human kind
Not drifting as in a dream
We are all different creatures
No meaning is quite the same
Don’t make a stand on floating ice
Thinking that you look grand

Step back and look about
The world looks beautiful
Even with all the frustration
No need to play the part of a fool
So many opportunities
So much time
Make the right choices
You’ll find that you’re fine

Stanski
December 16, 2019 ^

Some said that I was smooth
Could glide along like the wind
And sweet, too, never leaving
Anyone with the feeling of bitterness
I was observant and considerate
My friends’ mothers called me
Mr. Wonderful. I was superfluous

Then college came along
I had no extra money
Could not spend good feelings
Or compete with the
Gross Pointe boys, with
Nice clothes and flashy cars
I turned inward

I observed them
They seemed to be surface people
Now and then I ran across some
Who seemed to come from deeper inside
Their meaning had more measure
I could relate and also converse
Retrospective analysis: I was immature

I had not learned how to behave
Could not arrange the use of time
Chose the wrong things to prioritize
Was loose with my language
Excuses were not hard to find
I thought my case was different
But I was just one of many

I came to grips with reality
Learned to say no when it mattered
Finished schooling and began my career
Became entrenched in work and doing
Married a left-over who was right for me
Taught our children to think of others first
To be smooth and sweet; superfluous

Stanski
December 16, 2019 ^