After a trip to the bank:
They have pulled the plug.
No more tellers, no more mail.
Health care down the drain.
We think we are free,
But every day we lose ground
While they get rockets.
There is no more cash.
We use their cards and their apps
And pay all their fees.
We have to leave tips
Because employers don’t pay.
Yet we serve ourselves.
We once went on flights
And were served meals, snacks and drinks.
Even had leg room.
Now flying’s a risk
They might cancel or delay
Or go out on strike.
Our children lose hope
Much more quickly than we did
While bots take their jobs.
After some bites:
(Fran Harding mentioned that in some parts
of Canada the black flies are so bad there was a song written about them.
“Black lies, little black flies, picking at your bones in North Ontarioooo”.
Little black bastards
Always biting my ears.
I can’t hear the song.
After Kathi and Tom passed away:
Loved ones are dying
Memories live on and on
They never leave us.
He gazed at the stars
And sailed I gentle breezes
Now he’s part of them
For John Harding:
We have an old friend
We go back many years but
Memories don’t fade
For Melanie Boots:
We lived on our boats
Collecting stories to tell
Memories to hold
Our countries were friends
Facing the world together
Those days are long gone
At long last old friends
We finally reunite
It was worth the wait
For Darrel:
Darrel aged again
He’s turning seventy-three
He doesn’t look it
He is my best friend
And has been for many years
Together we grow
Misc.:
For the bids:
Hummer on the perch
Guarding his territory
May it’s a “she”
For the weeds:
Dandelions glow
And grow so effortlessly
Even when I mow.
For Tehja:
She has her degree
And she is now on her way.
There’s no stopping her.
For the hens:
Darrel has four hens.
He gave them a lovely coop,
Now they’ll give us eggs.
