May on the Way

I'm here waiting,

All the day,

Waiting for the month of May.

For Her beauty

I sit and wait,

From here I leave it up to fate.

My hopes will not abate, 

My spirits now elate.

From here I leave it up to fate.

Oh Please May don't be late.

They Know What They Are Talking About

Find someone older than seventy,
I dare you to talk for an evening.
At least sit and listen very closely,
By the end you won't want to be leaving.
They might talk about their life,
As they start to reminisce,
Of all the days of their youth,
And opportunities missed.

Take to heart what they're saying,
For they're more or less warning,
Of regrets which you'll have
Every day, every morning
As a result of neglecting
All the chances you'll get.
For they'll haught you forever
And you'll never forget.

Doodles

To doodle is fun,

And sometimes it's weird.

They sometimes remind me

Of Aunt Rhonda's beard.

You don't need real skill, 

To doodle all day.

Make it up as you go,

Like what Congressmen say. 

Once you've done it enough,

You won't need to think twice.

You'll start writing on everything...

Maybe you'll want to think thrice.