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Book Title: Freshly Made

© 2000 by Fern Gordon

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Seven/Eighths Dead

It all started really slow.
Woke up aching, tired.
Dragged along; finished work
All used up. All perspired.

Kept on hurting, feeling down.
Called my doctor. Drove downtown.
Some tests he took.
Looked up in books.
And, said to me,
"Too bad! So sad!
You'll need some medication,
And some sedation,
And, maybe, a long vacation."

Throughout each step and terrible test
My outlook was the very best.
But ... today I'm moving slow,
Needing care and feeling low.
Taking meds and shuffling bad
Quality of life quite sad.
Outlook grimmer every day
Why I'm seven/eighths dead!
You heard me ... seven/eighths dead
And holding on precariously.

Remember Me

Don't forget to remember me with gladness
The times we share
The laughs we had
Don't get bogged down in sadness.

Life is a gift of love
Given to us
The hopes, the joys
The wondrous toys
Don't feel bad or make a fuss.

Of course life ends
We always knew it
Shook with fear
Shed a tear
Don't despair or try to quit it.

Life goes on with
     Or without us
Have no doubt
     Be up and about
Remember me and live ...

On Guilt

A thoroughly useless emotion
Programmed at an early age
Presuming bonds of owing
Bonds of servitude.
Such waste!

But it works in mysterious ways.
Many a kindness,
Many a giving act
Begins with guilt.

God's Dawning

And the mist hangs low over the meadow
And the birds they chirp all around.

And the light peeks out from earth's border...

We've rounded the turn again.

We're going to see tomorrow's dawning right now.

Try to be here.
Don't come too late.
Don't leave too early.
Let's rejoice together.
Let's make a date.

What's Fair Is Fair

Let's talk despair
Deprivation
Victimhood
Running rampant through the neighborhood.

It's not fair.
You've more than me.
Pretty shoes and clothes to wear
Soft blond hair and cash to spare
Lots of food and little care
You more than me?
It's just not fair.

Who's to blame?
Why is it so?
My dad's long gone
Mom has no dough.
Life is tough.
Can't get enough.
You've more than me.
It's just not fair.

So I'll take mine.
No matter how!
Get the goods I long for
And I'll give you back
What you don't have...
Despair and hurt, victimhood
Running rampant in YOUR neighborhood.