Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree

Mother Goose’s Redemption

I tried to be as quick and nimble as Jack, but I tripped over the candlestick and nearly broke my back.

I tried to wake Little Boy Blue, but I lay down beside him and fell asleep too.

I tried to be a good boy like Little Jack Horner, but then I got to wondering why I was always in the corner.

Then I realized that trying to be someone else was a waste of my time and suddenly my life stopped feeling like a nursery rhyme.

Posted in Poems

Comparison and Contrast

Comparison and contrast with another is dumb.
There will always be someone smarter,
more articulate,
more artistic,
more in touch with their feelings,
and dumber than you.