Thin

I used to be thin
Thin skinned
Thin stature
Shallow minded
Quick to lash out
Quicker to blame
It was easy to be unkind
To be in control
At least that’s what I thought
Yet eaten by guilt
Lost and distraught
Varsol to paint
Tears to love
Alienation
Subjectiveness
Persecution
Demanding and
Notwithstanding
The control
I thought I had
Time connects
Wounds
As it slowly passes
Soon numbness
Followed by dumbness
Becomes me
And then you
Somehow I feel
Quiet now
I feel like glue
Thick and slow
Bonding to you
The feeling I hope
Has transcended
The thin within me
Is now thick because of you
To live a day without you
Is something I have yet to do
And until that day arrives
Let this glueleg
Stay and stick in love with you
Somehow you have managed
To change me
My heart and my soul
Your presence it calms me
When I need it most
A million dollar prize
The finest slice
A million miles walked
A language outspoken
And so much more
The rubber is connecting
Its tight band retracts
It draws near to me
A twinkle; a spark
My fluttering heart
Pounds deep inside me
It rumbles
It rolls and
It rubs me the right way
I am complete
Yet empty
Completely empty
I suppose.

In passing

The girl who once passed me in the hall
The first time we passed
Was at school in the hall
You didn’t know me or see me
And I was not aware of you at all

Perhaps had we met then
Things would not be the same
The dating, the loving
Then you taking my name

Though I’d never go back
For fear of the refrain
Of our love
But I’m curious just the same

If time were turned back
And we passed in the hall
Would we stop and talk
Would we fall in love in the hall

Would we notice each other at all
Or would we both smile
And keep walking
Totally missing the call

Oh love in the wings
One life’s greatest things
For since I first met you
I’ve been unable to forget you
The girl who once passed me in the hall

My best parts

People often ask,
how do you do
to them I say,
parts of me are fine,
but parts of me
I’m really not sure of,
how about you?
Of course the parts of me
I like the best
are the parts of me
that have passed the test
The test of course
is the test of time
And the parts of me
that I like best
that have passed the test
are the parts I’ve managed
to refine
Other parts of me
I really love to share
And then there's those
parts of me
for which I really don’t care
But the parts that drag me down the most
Are the parts that make the doctors boast
A limp, a swagger and pain deep inside
Are the parts of me that eat up my pride
There’s no cure for cancer,
arthritis or pain
So the parts that make me happy are
the parts that make me...
Happy in love and in life...
The best parts of me
are my kids and my wife!