Tuesday after a Holiday

Tuesday after a Holiday

Roses are red

The grass is green

Memorial Day has passed

I’m ready to scream.

Phones ringing non-stop

Complaints are all I hear

Everyone is growling

And not one ounce of cheer.

Tuesdays should be outlawed

That is plain to see

Any day after a holiday

Makes me want to shout and scream.

Written By: David M. Shuler

30MAY2017

CHILDHOOD

Childhood

Childhood passes in the blink of an eye.

Next thing we know it is time to die.

Time is a funny thing.

We can’t understand.

Yesterday I was a young boy.

Today I am an old man.

Memories of yester year,

Of faces and places we hold dear.

Childhood is over, old age is here.

Voices from the past, ring in my mind so clear.

You’ll be old one day, they shout and say.

Gone is your beauty, no longer to stay.

Childhood has past and loved ones have gone.

To a new home in the great beyond.

You will look around and be standing along.

That is how it is when we come to the end.

All alone without family or friend.

Childhood is fading, oh what a fright.

You will wake up tomorrow and lost your sight.

Time is up and we have lost the fight.

Childhood is over, the time is near.

Loved ones are calling, with glad tidings and cheer.

Welcoming us home, good bye to down here.

Good bye, my dears.

Written by: David M. Shuler

19MAY2017

RIGHTS

RIGHTS

Rights we demand, is our battle song.

Rights to abort, though some think it’s wrong.

Rights to live free, and do as we chose

Rights to protest, with cheers and boos

Rights to equality, for all men

Rights for those, who think they are women.

Rights they demand, free money to everyone

Rights to not work, but sponge off the working ones.

Rights to disagree, just not with me

Rights to deface, destroy, to injure and maim

Rights to protect those we love from all harm and shame

Rights to love freely, for those whom we care

Rights to life, liberty and death

Rights to live without fear.

Rights to be had, to reach out and grab’em.

Rights to be lost, because someone denied them.

Rights, Rights, Rights, some without a fight

Rights, Rights, Rights, Might equals Right.

Rights to worship, as we each see fit.

Rights to worship, without a pulpit.

Rights to play, all day long

Rights to sing, sad songs.

Rights we have and some abuse them.

Rights we have and some will lose them.

Written By: David M. Shuler

11MAY2017