Hello friends. Yeah… it’s been a while since we last spoke. Please forgive me. It’s just that I’ve been kinda busy lately and my creative juices just don’t seem to have been flowing. I don’t want y’all to forget that I’m still out here and to that end, I’ve once again dipped into my archives and have selected two of my golden oldies, from 1990, to present to you. One of my poems is a bit introspective and the other is one of ironic humor. I like them both and hope that you will also enjoy them.
Until we meet again, I remain faithfully yours… Stash
Roland Was A Friend of Mine
Roland was a friend of mine.
He used to visit from time to time.
If I was feeling really bad,
He’d always take away the sad.
When life’s road was rough and hilly,
He’d smooth it out by acting silly.
And if my tears, he couldn’t buy,
We’d just sit and and talk and cry.
Whenever I needed him, he was there.
Roland was special because he cared.
He never placed any demands…
We shared a warmth by just holding hands.
I don’t see Roland often anymore
But when I’m alone and stare at my door,
I still see his face and think of him.
Because of Roland, life’s not so grim.
Roland was a friend of mine…
I think of him from time to time.
Stash
The Little Apple
The little apple, way up in the tree,
Looked down and asked, “Do you see me?”
But no one did.
Little apple grew larger but he stayed green.
Amongst the leaves, he remained unseen.
He went unobserved.
The days, they passed and apple turned red.
Over and over it was heard he said,
“Do you see me?”
One day apple was finally found…
This was followed by a crunching sound.
Little apple learned a lesson sad:
To be overlooked is not always bad…
Sometimes it’s good to keep a low profile.
Stash