Things you learn as you go along the road of life.
The Glory Days
I was thinking about the good old days.
The glory days, when I grew up & played.
Well, the rocks may melt & the fields burn.
Way before those good old days return.
I may move on to a better place.
Have glory shining from my face.
Have the best of everything.
No need to long for anything.
Yet, I pray, when that day comes.
When everything will lead to fun.
I hope it will be sweeter in every way.
Than it was in those glory days.
————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)
A Storybook Romance
I met her at the market place in old Hong Kong.
The only Americans, we instantly got along.
I wondered what she was doing there?
She said it was business only. I swear.
I said too bad. It was a good place for fun.
Drink a little Saki and go for a run.
A run on the beach, or just see the sights.
She said I had a real way to entice.
She was free the next day, so off we went.
Sightseeing, not concerned about what we spent.
We ran on the beach. Swam a little too.
There were tons of things to do.
After a day, or more, of this, she left for home.
I said I would call her on the phone.
She was from the California coast, near S.F.
An area I loved the most. Sorry I left.
A week later I gave her a call.
We went to wine country and had a ball.
The Napa Valley was very beautiful.
There was lots to drink & eat till full.
I told her that this is where I actually lived.
She said: “Really!”, as she used her bib.
“We are almost neighbors, you know.”
“Yet, we met in Hong Kong. What a show.”
Time passed by, like it always does.
Before long, her and I became us.
Traveling was a big part of our time.
I didn’t mind, since she was mine.
You know how these stories go.
Before long, another joined us for the show.
We named him Peter. Pete for short.
He won an award for his book report.
We asked him what book he had read.
He said none. It was based on our lives instead.
————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)
Adrift, And All Alone
Why did we go our different ways?
You said you missed me, I heard you say.
Yet, you didn’t come to get me.
I guess you wanted to be free.
Life isn’t right when you’re not around.
You keep me firmly anchored to the ground.
You’re someone I can cling to.
When I need guidance to make it through.
I hope you didn’t think I was needy.
Even though I wanted you to feed me.
I get carried away with flighty ideas.
You calm me, especially when people see us.
You are a beacon in a stormy sea.
I focus on you and I am free.
I am not adrift on any old current.
I feel grounded, even if you weren’t.
Someday, our paths may cross again.
I will always consider you a friend.
But, I feel we could be so much more.
If you only won’t walk out the door.
——————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)
Not Quite Grown Up
I met you and I couldn’t believe it.
But, I was glad to just receive it.
The kind of fun I have with you.
It seems no one else will do.
Just two kids, having a ball.
Doing things we did when small.
Now that we are all grown up.
You might think we’re in a rut.
Stuck in our adult acting ways.
Always the same, day after day.
But, we’re just two kids, having a ball.
Doing the things we did when small.
They would tell me: “Grow up.”
Act your age. Don’t be a butt.
Then I met you and off we went.
Peter Pan syndrome is heaven sent.
We would play into one another.
Pass a pole and say “Bread & butter.”
Having more fun than a barrel of monkeys.
Having a blast. Never feeling funky.
Just two kids, having a ball.
Doing things we did when small.
Now that we are all grown up.
You might think we we’re in a rut.
Stuck in our adult acting ways.
Always the same, day after day.
But, we’re just two kids, having a ball.
Doing the things we did when small.
We act mature when we need to.
But,—– between me and you.
It’s more fun to act like a kid.
It causes other adults to flip their lid.
—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)
Destroyed By Time?
Could it be? It was all so simple then.
Could time have rewritten every line?
You and I, together until the end.
A life much sweeter than wine.
Just misty, water colored memories.
All that’s left of the way we were.
Something changed. Better remedies?
No,— only pain and tragedy did occur.
Something changed in the whisper of time.
I will never hold you and love you again.
The memories have become a living shrine.
A symbol of what might have been.
Karma has reversed its course on me.
It must be a wheel within a wheel.
Things are not the way they used to be.
I can no longer stay on an even keel.
Turn back time and let’s try it again.
There has got to be a better way for us.
But then, I wouldn’t know where to begin?
I would fear for another total bust.
Oh emotions, why torture my heart?
Punishment for my choices in life.
It is the result that’s tearing me apart.
I cannot rise above the pain and strife.
What could have been and never was.
It is a loss that I cannot overcome.
I can dream of raising above.
While, in truth, you were the only one.
Put me down in the Book Of Tragedy’s.
An entire chapter to do me justice.
Explain how I still love you madly.
Then, destroy me. Leave me restless.
Screaming, with no way out.
A living horror, buried by emotions.
Straining to give my final shout!!
I LOVE YOU!!— I need a love potion.
—————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)
R E S P E C T
You don’t need to wish upon a star.
You can see the future from where you are.
Just look deeply into my eyes.
It should come as no surprise.
Yes, it is coming true.
There is no future for me and you.
We have reached the end of our road.
Now, if I may be so bold.
The reason we are at an end.
Respect is a word you cannot bend.
Either you respect me, or you don’t.
From where I’m sitting, you won’t.
It is time to look for greener pastures.
One with much less hazards.
One where love will bloom freely.
Not here, where love is mealy.
So, find another who you will respect.
As for me, I say ‘What the heck.’
It’s not worth it to stick around.
Playing the part of your clown.
Wish upon that star if it helps.
Find yourself another whelp.
This doormat is outta here.
I need a snuggle rug to be near.
—————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)
A Premonition, Or Just An Omission?
Isn’t it funny how a thought pops into your head.
It could be of an old friend, or something someone said.
Be it friend or be it foe.
The need is there for you to know.
Why are you suddenly thinking of them?
If I have said it once, I will say it again.
Something triggered that thought.
And, be it as likely as not.
You won’t be able to put your finger on what it was.
What goes around comes around, just because.
It could be bad or it could be good.
Possibly a premonition, or just misunderstood.
Not to worry about such things.
They will happen, as sure as birds flap their wings.
There are other things to do.
So, don’t get uptight and in a stew.
A time is coming when you’ll figure it out.
Without even trying, the truth will come out.
If it doesn’t, no loss there.
It probably wasn’t important anyway. I swear.
————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)
God And Family
Sitting and thinking what the day will bring.
Short range goals are a precious thing.
Long range brings too much gloom and doom.
I pray that the second coming will be soon.
Meantime, family activities are great!!
Being close to loved ones is a good fate.
Make the most of each day that’s left.
Make sure all your priorities are met.
The time is coming when it can’t be done.
You will be praying for every loved one.
A time of trouble like has never been seen.
We can only guess what this will mean.
When you take a look at the entire lot.
God and family come out on top.
There is little else too cling to.
I wish the best for me and you.
Until then, love one another, as He loves us.
Being there for each other is a must.
If you don’t have family, you are hurting bad.
It is the best thing I have ever had.
Have faith, my friend, until the very end.
Come together as one to defend.
Hold to your belief, that it is God’s will.
The Bible will guide you, with His voice, so still.
You will be safe snuggled in His arms.
Don’t listen to the Devil’s charms.
Be faithful to the very end of life.
God will eventually make it all right.
———————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)
Pretty Little Horses
Life was easy and free.
That was life in 1953
That’s the life for you and me.
It’s the way that it should be.
See all the pretty little horses
There was a time when we could laugh.
Have loads of fun playing in the grass.
Riding our bikes everywhere.
Enjoying life without a care.
See all the pretty little horses.
That was back in 1957
It seemed almost like heaven.
Life was easy, & loads of fun.
Plenty of love for everyone.
See all the pretty little horses.
All those days have come and gone.
There is not much now to look upon.
No more longing in my eye.
It is enough to make one cry.
See all the pretty little horses.
So I look at the merry go round.
Faster and faster, it spins around.
All the pretty little horses flash by.
Like past memories, I think, with a sigh.
See all the pretty little horses.
Nothing left, but the horses to see.
Seems I’ve lost the best part of me.
Pretty little horses to carry on.
Beautiful memories, now all gone.
————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)
A Shocking Discovery Made
The Astro XM was deep in space.
The crew was snuggly in their pods.
The suspended animation in place.
To keep them alive against all odds.
The Astro XM was advanced.
Reaching the speed of light.
Those aboard were given a chance.
Minimal aging during the flight.
Space explorers; the first wave.
Traveling on through the night.
To find a place to permanently stay.
To establish an outpost was their right.
Onboard computers did their job
of locating an earth like planet.
Their accuracy was almost odd.
They did much more than plan it.
The ship went into orbit once there.
The crew was awakened at once.
They were excited to get their share.
Immediately, they left their bunks.
The landing pod, soon ready to go.
They did last checks and boarded.
They were ready to start this show.
This would not go unrewarded.
The clean, fresh, invigorating air
was the first thing it delivered.
The smell of flowers everywhere.
Trees, mountains, lakes, & rivers.
This place was a virtual paradise.
The beauty here was unsurpassed.
Yet, they saw no sign of any life,
Other than vegetation and grass?
How is this possible? Flowers take bees.
This was a mystery they must explore.
Reproduction could be by the breeze.
But, that left too much to ignore.
No life found in lakes, rivers, or land.
An ego system that cannot exist.
No sign of creatures like a man.
No animals, mammals, or insects to list.
Man entering this system might not work.
Obviously, it could upset the balance here.
Suddenly, they realized it wasn’t a quirk.
Man can’t enter anywhere, this was clear.
Earth was made for man & vice verse.
There is nowhere else he would fit in.
Maybe man should take better care of earth.
This side of heaven, nothing else is for him.
——————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)