Friday, March 17, 2017

Living it Up and Settling Down

Of late, I’d rather stroll than stomp
Most days I’d rather rest than romp
Wild was fun, and so is tame
The pleasure level is the same

We discover wondrous things
When we spread or fold our wings
Raising hell is such a lift
Landing safe’s an equal gift

The past’s a blast with much to give
But it’s a lousy place to live
Grin for then, but then return
Still much to love and yet to learn

We’re off to see the world, no doubt
Dig the treasure, jump and shout
Of all the fortunes we can find
The Holy Grail is peace of mind

Pequeño Rancho

The best holiday of all is finally upon us: St. Patrick’s Day. Sure, and I may be a bit biased, but bein a leprechaun, it’s to be expected.
“Aren’t you a tad tall for a leprechaun?”
I’m from Texas, and as you know, everything is bigger in Texas, includin yer leprechauns. I guess you could say we’re hybrid leprechauns. The politically correct term is Texichaun.
We lived on a ranch in Shamrock, Texas: The Bonsai Ponderosa. There was Pa, Little Joe, Dinky Hoss, Adam Ant, and me (Tom Thumb). We raised miniature mules and small potatoes. I even had a Shetland shillelagh. Life was hard in those days; we grew up quick and we came up short.
“How does a Texichaun differ from a leprechaun?”
For one thing, at the end of our rainbow there’s a pot of chili. And we celebrate the 17th a bit differently: Instead of drinkin green beer, we drink beer ‘til we turn green. As dusk settles, all gather round the campfire and recite the Leprechaun Manifesto.
“How’s that go?”
It starts out, “Wee the people…”
“My blarney alarm just went off. Hey, look at the time. I gotta get on outta here.”
May the trail rise to meet ye.

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Got My Mojo Playin

Had my mojo workin, workin hard with overtime;
Livin in tall cotton, life was sweet and love was sublime.
When my mojo got laid off, it all came to a screachin halt.
“We had to downsize to survive. It ain’t nobody’s fault.”
I secretly suspected my mojo might be past its prime.

Sent my mojo to the Vo-Tech to pick up some useful skills.
Made a new Wahoo budget, and cut out some favorite frills.
My mojo had the know-how, but now was not overly enthused.
Workin part-time, pinchin dimes, we were alive but not amused.
Wine, women, and song: they were all gone, along with the thrills.

My Guardian Angel talked me down off of the wall.
She said my picture was fuzzy, hardly had any focus at all.
“Let’s walk,” She said, “Come on, I’ll show you where the real fun exists.
Just try not to kick yourself for all of the good times you’ve missed.”
My Mojo met us there, and I swear we really had a ball.

We made a frazzled worrywart laugh, and there’s not enough gold
To pay for the smile from the stranger we gave a hand to hold.
What a joy to have something to offer that lasts more than a day.
“Do unto others” became a whole lot more than a cliché.
 Success comes from blessing; the best stuff cannot be bought or sold.

Got my Mojo playing, playing for a better prize.
There’s no room for complaining or blaming it all on other guys.
Why are we here? I don’t know, but we’re all in this boat.
If we’ve a lick of sense, we’ll do all we can to keep it afloat.
Look past the disguise; there’s a friend; you can see it in their eyes.

Friday, February 10, 2017

The Latest Knews

If I knew what was good for me my step would have more bounce.
I once knew that peace of mind is all that really counts.
I knew the best was yet to come, whatever came along.
Time was on my side; Life was singing my song.
I knew how to have a ball without a single dime.
I’m too busy earning dollars now and just don’t have the time.
I’d fret less and more readily grin
If I knew now what I knew then.

I knew how to share even when it wasn’t much.
Strangers weren’t so strange; I was easy to touch.
I tried to harmonize, even with a sour note.
I knew how to empathize—we’re all in this boat.
Everyone was one of us with something to admire;
Now I’m reduced to picking sides and preaching to the choir.
I’d be a better person, I’d be a better friend,
If I knew now what I knew then.

When did it get lost? Where did I get off the trail?
How did I forget? Why did my memory fail?
Who am I to say what’s a loss and what’s a win?
Sure wish I knew now what I knew then.

I knew nothing lasts except my everlasting soul.
I knew I had blind spots. That’s okay, God’s in control.
I knew there was something more important than me,
And didn’t take my cues from Congress or some clown on TV.
There was something grander going on, a greater good.
If my plans fell through, I knew they’d work out as they should.
I could be myself and not have to pretend
If I knew now what I knew then.

I did not have all the answers, and I knew nobody did.
Now I think I do and I’m flipping my lid.
I knew how to listen even when I disagreed;
I figured if I did, we might all get what we need.
I was once content to let the rats run their race.
When I had better questions, I was in a better place.
Been thinking lately maybe I could get there again
If I knew now what I knew then.