Gloating Too SoonI truly did believeIn a gloating sort of wayThat the man I leftWould miss meWhen I finally went away.How foolish of me not to seeThat mostly what he saw in meWas all the stuff he got for free.I've been replaced by the local folksWho are surely glad I left;The economy is boomingSince he's single once again.His... More..
Son's SongHe thinks you walk on waterHe knows you hung the moonAnd so he asks me every night,"Will Daddy be home soon?"He has so much to ask youOf suns and moons and starsAnd so he waits impatientlyWhile you linger at the bar.He has so much to share with youOf hopes and dreams and fearsAnd so he slips away to sleepWhile you o... More..
Insight at LastThe barstool gives you stature,a lofty perch indeed.Each beer you drink enhancesyour fragile self-esteem.Barkeeps all across the townrefer to you by nameAnd all the drunks that line the barare awfully glad you came.It never quite connecteduntil I wrote it down,But now it's crystal clear to mewhy you're never home. More..
My FriendI come to you in pain and needYour open arms reach out to me.I always find you strong and sureA pillar in my shaky world.You seem to know just what I needAnd always come to rescue me.Had I not felt your love's embrace,My world would be a dismal place.Through all the years, the miles, the tearsYour love and friendship... More..
Cigarette smoking is a nasty habit. The smoke pollutes our lungs, our skin, our clothes; it settles into upholstery, carpeting, and draperies; it clings to wall, windows, and mirrors. There is nothing more disgusting than the stench of an overflowing ashtray. I know; I've been smoking, and trying to clean away the residue, fo... More..
Do you ever wonder if some people have more money than sense? Do they just have so much money that they are compelled to spend it on the most outrageously expensive stuff they can find? Is there a limit to how much money people will spend on ordinary things with a designer label? Take a walk with me through the bizarre offeri... More..
Family PhotosAn old boot boxtattered and wornHolds my lifein picture form.Memories flashacross my mind,Instant replaysof moments in time.Six little kidstan and blondePiled in a wagonin Grandpa's yard.Dressed for churchon Easter morn,Dressed in blackour brother we mourn.Gathered togetherthe day you are wed,Laughing togetherat ... More..
Ms. MeI woke this morning, Mrs. You,Put on a dress, slipped on my shoes,then met you at the courthouse steps,no friends to witness happiness.We stood before a judge once moreAnd said our last good-bye.Free at last, to spread my wings,To challenge what the future brings.No man to hold me in this placeWith promises and lies.I'm... More..
Licensed At LastWe've finally finished Driver's Ed.The hair's gone gray on top my head.My fingernails, once long and neat,are embedded in the passenger seat.My right foot always seems to itchto slam the brake that doesn't exist.My son is calm as he can beexcept when he is yelling at me.He doesn't need my helpful hintsor think... More..
Honey, I'm HomeI know I just got back todayAfter being gone for weeks;I think I'll run to town and playWith friends I haven't seen.I brought my dirty laundry,Dropped it on the floor,But don't you worry honey,I'll be home a day or more.I want the kids in bed,Bathed and blessed by nine,So when I stumble in the doorThey won't kn... More..
Pamela Nollen
San Antonio, Texas US
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