Day: February 7, 2020

This day started gray
No sunshine promised
Dampness allowed the
Cold to penetrate bones
Errands were run in the city
Then a trip to the post-office

Strangely, I had been thinking
Of friends from long ago
One that I have respect for
Was not open to communication
I could understand completely

I received a note from
A more recent acquaintance
Saying correspondence with me
Was not going to be part of her life
A chapter closed, life goes on

I received a package from another
College friend containing a book
About the restless waves in 
the life of a failed candidate for
The Presidency of the USA

Also included was an article 
Downplaying President Trump's
Success even while being under 
Attack from the left since before 
He was sworn in
Eventually impeached with glee
In a bizarre hearing where he was
Denied witnesses and legal representation
Only to acquitted by the Senate with
The help of Alan Dershowitz, who
Is a self-described liberal Democrat
But believes in the Constitution

I believe our country needed an outsider
I do not have a gun, but I thump my Bible
And am happy to be a deplorable
I made my vow to God and have honored it

The swamp is slowly being drained
Many think it is left versus right
No, it is we, the outsiders, versus 
The advocates of statism 
                                                                  
This president is for we
There is hope on the horizon

It is still gray
Snow is lightly falling
 
Stanski
February 7, 2020 ^
 

 
The dog is my friend
Takes me anywhere
Any direction
Doesn’t care
 
Once to Toronto
Had a lot of fun
Down to Baton Rouge
Loved that southern sun
 
The hound gets me there
Never really a crisis
Fair price on the ticket
Treats me first class
 
Dog takes care of me
Where ever I go
Drivers with good records
Put on quite a show
 
They’ve won my trust
Only line I’ll choose
Riding with greyhound
There’s nothing to lose
 
Go dog, go
 
Stanski
February 6, 2020 ^

 
My friend’s dad
Told me
That a lot of
Indispensable
People were
Buried in
The graveyard
 
I told him
I understood
But
Being truthful
I mentioned
That I wasn’t
Quite ready
 
 
Stanski
February 6, 2020 ^

Newspaper
Rolled up
Kept that way
With rubber band
Paper
Not to be read
Just to lie there
Until needed
To swat something
Or someone
Maybe just throw away
 
Contained news
Already old
Before printed
New age
New way
 
Old days
And ways
Still tug
The heart
Too early
Won’t give up
Completely
At least not until
New swatter found
 
Stanski
February 6, 2020 ^

 
Today, when they came to the door
There seemed to be the element of hurry
It didn’t matter much at all to me as
I was just up and kind of blurry
 
Willing to listen, I gave them my all
They walked in and followed me
I walked down the hall to grab some clothes
So I could finish dressing
 
They took no mind and kept on talking
And seemed all right with my attention
They went on with the good news and
Not a thing did they forget to mention
 
At least that is the way I saw it
And then they were ready to go
But I asked a serious question and
I thought that would make them slow
 
But they were already out the door
I followed them out into the mild winter
And really felt like talking
Let them know I was no quitter 
 
One looked at his watch, then got in the car
They had another meeting and had to leave town
I walked over and leaned on the window
Told them I hoped I hadn't let them down
 
They commented on the weather
Said goodbye and were gone
First time they ever kept track of the time
Their time not mine and with a frown
 
Stanski
February 6, 2020 ^