One More Yesterday

Just One More Yesterday

A head too full of “good times”

A mind too full of thought

A heart too full of memories

Of battles so hard fought.

A life so scarred and battered

With pain and sorrow borne

She spends her time remembering

As she sits there so forlorn.

She has nine children living

In this town (not far away)

But they never come to see her

They’re “too busy” they all say.

Still those times were well worth living

So filled with gratification

When her children all adored her

And showed appreciation

Now she’s lonely and forgotten

And she struggles all alone

To overcome depression

‘Bout the “good life” she’s outgrown.

New friends come try to cheer her

(All old friends have passed away)

So she sits with her heart broken

Wishing for “just one more yesterday”.

A Magpie's Lament

A Magpie’s Lament

Somehow I got short-changed

Somehow I was maltreated

When music was distributed

I feel that I was cheated.

The chickadee is just a little bird

Its coat is drab and grey

But it sings a lilting cheery song

As it flits about all day.

The robin only knows one song

But it's music to the ears

It’s a harbinger of happy times

Each time that spring appears

The bluebird has a neat blue coat

And a song that all admire

It sends the hearts of all who hear

To heights their souls aspire.

The whippoorwill just sings at night

Still it fails to aggravate

The folks don’t seem to mind at all

Cause its call they so appreciate

Even crows do not irritate

The folks the way I do

And jays don’t really sing, I know

And pigeons only coo.

But I’m dressed for the party

And I’m sure I sound conceited

But my tuxedo coat does not impress

Cause my squawk  has me defeated! 

Frustration

Scatterbrained

I'm really not a procrastinator, but I have to confess that I am somewhat scatterbrained. (And those squawking magpies outside my window certainly don't help my concentration process at all either!)
But excuses don't cut it, so I better just bite the bullet and put the blame where it belongs - right here at my own feet.  I  have too many projects on the go and cannot do any of them any justice until I prioritize them properly. It all boils down to "put your money where your  mouth is!"

Yes, I write!  But what am I writing???  Well, I finished a novel lately but it is in first draft stage and still requires alot of revision. That is one project. Next project: A friend finished his book and I struggled through it (I can read  normal print for very short periods of time and it was not a big book).  It was a collection of short stories and it triggered  many memories for me.  I enjoyed those stories and was so inspired by the book that I started jotting down some of my own somewhat self-buried adventures - actually some rather self-deprecating confessions, I must admit. (Well I never did claim to be "smart")!

I have also started another novel, a sequel to my already published "Secret In Her Heart". That is project #3. And now that I have my MP3 player working, I would like to listen to some more audio books.

Who said retirement is boring??? I have not learned the meaning of that word! Will I live long enough to complete all the things I'd like to do?  I can only hope!!!