Lately, I’ve been experiencing the accelerated creep of old age. I’ve spent enough time getting older to realize that as we age, we slow down a bit, we ache a little more, we’re even less coordinated than usual. But all that seemed to come on gradually, enough so that it was almost undetectable on aContinue reading “On Age: A Personal Struggle With Time”
Author Archives: Bud Pierce justplainbud
Locked inside Can’t go out Forgotten what It’s all about Prison needs No bars of steel No hardened lock To make it real Must comply Until it mends Wonder when The madness ends
Hello God
Hello GodThank you for the dayIt looks to be so perfectBlessed in every wayI feel you all around meMountains soaring highI see your green cathedralReaching for the sky I hear your songBoth soft and trueAs whispers on the breezeA gentle breath of life so sweetIt brings me to my knees Hello GodThank you once againIContinue reading “Hello God”
Gravity
I hate gravityIt messes with my faceIt pulls my chins and other skinsSeverely out of place;It takes my facial featuresAnd makes them even moreHangy saggy baggyThan they ever were before.Gravity sucks
Again, It’s Christmas
Once again the time of yearFor snow and mistletoeEmbers in the fireplaceCast a golden glowStockings on the mantleRibbons on the floorHappy facesWreathed in smilesIt’s Christmas time once more
Christmas
Christmas stories, and songs, and poems are tough. Either they’ve already been done, or they’re overly sentimental, or too long, or just sappy. I hope this one doesn’t check any of those boxes. Best of seasons dearest onesMay joy and happinessHold you in their warm embraceTo feel their soft caressMay fortune follow in your stepsLetContinue reading “Christmas”
Homecoming
The leaving of the land of my birth was an abrupt, overnight event. One day I was there, the next I was not. I spread my wings, in search of what every young man seeks. The return, many years later, was a slow, sporadic process, in fits and starts, as though a testing of theContinue reading “Homecoming”
The Breakfast
Went to breakfast yesterdayNot too far, just down the wayAs I was seated in my boothThe server came, her name was RuthWith swaying hips and awesome legsShe asked me how I like my eggsI like them very much I saidBut I’ll have fruit instead of breadAnd even though I love it mostToo much carbs areContinue reading “The Breakfast”
Choices
Choices made so long agoOften tell the taleOf what a life has come to beWhich destinies prevailOf all the ones both good and badSuccess or grand mistakeThe choices I regret the most Are ones I did not make
Ode to a Self Driving Truck
A song with no tune, first came to me when a friend posted the accompanying meme on facebook. The lengths I’ll go to get a laugh know no limit. 🎵I kepper fulla diesel I washed ‘er ever’ day When I went in the Minimart She up an’ drove away🎵 She left me for a KenworthContinue reading “Ode to a Self Driving Truck”
