I Won’t Forget the Good Times

In this town since I was five

I grew so much and learned to drive

I’ve run through every major street

To leave them all is bittersweet

The hills I know them all too well

Sometimes they’re heaven and sometimes hell

In this house for 18 years

I’ve had moments of joy and shed some tears

Vinatieri’s kick sailed through the uprights

It was a moment of pure delight

I was in this house when the curse was reversed

I had a date which was my first

Playing baseball at the end of the street

Those forever summers sure were a treat

But the time has come to move to the city

Should I cry or sing a ditty?

EL will always be there when I come back

I’ll think about the good times as I get ready and pack


Going to God

Lead me not into temptation

I’ve been through too much devastation

Trying to figure my life out, need a revelation

And some candles and meditation

Went to God, asked for re-creation

But he told me no with no hesitation

He said listen up son, here’s a lesson for you

Just listen to me and I’ll see you through

I asked, how’s that, I mean, what do I do?

He said look all around you for the clue

There’s one person there who’s college bound

The other one there, just turned their life around

I don’t mean to pester you like a hound

But just look at the world, blessings abound

If you’re lost, you will be found

Soon yourself you will astound

And on every door, you must pound

You’ll smile at the things you once frowned

So, let me leave you to ponder this

If I didn’t tell you, I’d be remiss

In order to find your life’s bliss

You mustn’t wish, hope, or dream

Throw bad thoughts to the abyss

And let positivity reign supreme

Solace in Silence

Off went the remote

Yet on flipped my mind

There is solace in silence

Soon I would find

With music or the television always playing

It is hard to hear what the house is saying

The history of it playing before me

It was hard to conceive it could tell such a story

Gatherings of friends and family were brought to light

Parties of days passed created an aroma of delight

I envisioned all the homework hours logged by my brother and I

And in the kitchen baking Irish Soda Bread, my mom I could spy

So many images racing, it was hard to comprehend

If a haunting or joyous one lay around the bend next

Yet for some odd reason, I felt not perplexed

In the recliner, a sense of calmness enveloped my being

The house telling me to pay attention to what I was seeing

For haunting or joyous or monotonous you see,

To this great house belongs each memory

Sitting in silence is a tall task for a mind like mine

One where some thoughts are far from divine

But a challenge like that is one to be taken

There was solace indeed!

I couldn’t be mistaken

So for the meek, the indifferent, and even the bold

Sitting in silence can reveal what you’re meant to be told