Category Archives: Poetry


You provide a model for how not to behave

Yet you smile through it all

You care only for yourself

Brazen, beholden to no one

You have no honor

Bereft of character

You will not be missed

the one-time shining city on a hill

The teenager remembers a man speak of a shining city on a hill

A land where dreams could come true

(Even if only for some people)

The young adult remembers another man speak of a thousand points of light

A land where people would help those in need

(And there were millions who were)

The adult remembers another man say he believed in a place called hope

A land where opportunity still could be found

(But, of course, not for all)

The middle-aged man remembers another man say carnage was coming to an end

A land that would come first

(But only he wanted to come first)

That teenager who that quickly became a middle-aged man

Often thinks of shining cities, thousands of points of light and places called hope

(And knows not this land)