Save that green apple!
I have no teeth.
Make it into sweet sauce.
It helps me with my grief.
We’ll call it my green apple salve.
I remember when I would never sigh
and could never get enough of life.
I thought those bygone days would not end,
as on the plains, the wind or
on the sea, the waves.
They will end but have not yet ended.
I can go on singing and the rhythms
of the soul ring out in tune
to the heart that’s beating.
My song whispers the thank you, my
gratitude for life.
It ponders on the mysteries,
the miracles and strife.
You can’t go back to make a change,
but you can live today.
You will find a comfort
that will never go away.
So I will live today
and live each new tomorrow.
For greater glory I am marching now
with new purpose and new order.
Let’s call it my green apple way.
Stanski
September 22, 2020^
Steve Haarman 