I guess it's time to say so long
And so I'll do it with a poem
I hope you read it and the rest
Minding the maxim when in Rome
This is the last thing I will do
Unless you have a change of heart
I hope you know I love you still
And always have right from the start
I guess it's time to say farewell
And so I'll do it with a rune
I hope this finds you and the boys
Thinking of me on each blue moon
They say that time can heal all things
But I'm not sure if this is true
For heavyheartedness still stings
In grieving souls consumed by rue
The only way to find true peace
Is learning how to live with loss
To know that heartbreaks never cease
And pangs are constant bears to cross
Well, if I could go back!
I'd just want to be kind
Oh, I'm seeing so good!
as I'm not longer blind
Sure 'twas dumb afore!
still forgiveness's ends
Brings Scrooge's truth!
but sees miracle again
We're all blips on the radar screens of ships
Transporting and surging against the tide
Bouncing and drifting and coming to grips
With the briefness of each sonar ping ride
We're all dots fathomed in sonic depth knots
Propelling and racing on by the lees
Swaying and rolling and picking our spots
In the yaw and pitch of fugacious seas
What could ever be wrong with hugging a tree?
'tis indeed a well thing to teach all the children,
this imbalanced sarcasm from Simians' beings
looks up a rung ladder from evolutionarily thin
A good idea for a poet is enough
as for the poet's great ideas well
a bad idea for a poet feels magic
surely as my human sonnet sell
Deck the world with norms less zany
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
'Tis the season to be brainy
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Don we now our introspection
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Troll the Stone Age genuflection
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
See the dying world before us
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Strike the madness that implores us
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Follow us with thoughts less stinking
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
While we dwell in fact-based thinking
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Fast away the passee mindsets
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Hail the science, hedge all God bets
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Sing we mindful, full of reason
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Heedless of cerebral treason
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la!
If A Christmas Carol weren't fiction
I'd say Ebenezer Scrooge 'tis a twat
since my lone redemption's calling
self-forgiveness 'tis all that I've got
This is the place we ended up
This is how high we raised the bar
This is the spot we landed on
This is the sum of who we are
This is the point of no return
This is how far that we could go
This is the life we chose to live
This is the truth we came to know
Old age runs on
It rears its head
Then never stops
until you're dead
Sixty-five plus
The danger zone
When fag end time
ticks by on loan
Old age creeps up
It clamps down hard
Then catches you
way off your guard
I have the will to vest in truth
A memory long carved in stone
A father's neonatal gaze
His daughter's face so much his own
I have the will to deed just once
A testament as old as time
A father's sorrowful regret
His punishment without a crime
I have the will to give at last
An epitaph of bankrupt love
A father's melancholy cry
His wish upon the stars above
I have the will to leave behind
A fatherhood quite rightly dreamed
An old man's final fading hope
His only wish to be redeemed
An actor dies upon the stage
Collapsing to the softwood floor
His last thought of the line he missed
That Dickens wrote so long before
A surfer dies out in the waves
Succumbing to a white shark's jaws
His last thought jarringly why me
That finds grim truth in Murphy's Laws
There are so many ways to go
Departing to a place unknown
The last lighthouse on somber shores
That makes death ours and ours alone
