“We make out of the

quarrel with others,


but of the quarrel

with ourselves,



~ William Butler Yeats





does not

quarrel with themselves

could have, should have





why must I grow up

seasons of our discontent

choices, choices, luck





Poem:     is there a reason


is there a reason, is there a rhyme
life moves on in spite of me
did I, could I, have missed my prime
did I learn nothing on my father’s knee.

growing old is not an option
acting mature is a matter of opinion
steadily we rely more upon the naproxen
the hot toddy and a nap our best companion

been there, done that
I just can’t remember where or when
reduced to the trivial chitchat
the weather is the common denominator for all men

look in the mirror and have a good laugh
don’t take yourself so damn serious
a giggle a day will cut the aging in half
only God can explain the mysterious

Today is the only day we have to live
enjoy it on the positive, laughable side
try your hardest to do better than just survive
sleep well my friend, saying I tried, I tried. . .


ME and the Boss




About merb010

Spring Hill, FL, United States Two nice old folks just hanging out, not hurting a bug or anything larger. The years have been kind to us and we now we are enjoying our golden years reading and writing. We are grateful for the God given talents that we now use to help others. View all posts by merb010

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