Make Do

Patch up the holes, and let down the hem
Looks better on you then it did on them
So what if the style's no longer found
You look all dressed up in your hand-me-downs

Only shop at stores to find the low price
Reduced unwanteds will have to suffice
The shopping clerk you hate to thank
He takes your cash and breaks your bank

Some can laugh and look back on these days
Relieved they've reached a wealthier phase
But early on you've got nothing new, you've got to make do

Just pop it in, it says gourmet
It tastes like slop you ate yesterday
Desserts are a special sacrifice
Cause they all come with a healthy price

Some can laugh and look back on these days
Relieved they've reached a wealthier phase
But early on you've got nothing new, you've got to make do


From 1991 with thanks to co-writer David Butler of Connecticut Songwriters Assoc.

Panic Attack

Having a panic attack!
Fears are out of whack!
How did I get off track?
When am I coming back?
Why does it all look black?
When did I lose the knack?
In believing what I could hack?
In knowing how to pick up slack?
The problems start to stack!
Believe I'm not gonna crack!


Written for a friend in need 10/2/09.

COWS

The cows have it made in the shade
Sitting on their ass, chomping grass
Nothing more to do than chomp and chew
Tails twitching away the flies
Staying casual, nobody tries
Stick close to the water for a drink
Not worried what others think
Maybe pulled and prodded when they don't want to be
Yet still looking calm and content to me
Smart enough to get out of the sun
They make their lounging look like fun!

Written June 2007 at Soul Spring Retreat

Upsetting

Heard about the one who got away
Listened to the horror she went through
Startled at the point details rang true
Realizing this could have been you


Letting, Petting, Netting
Upsetting, Fretting, Regretting


Thought about the man inside your car
Remembering you didn't think it through
Then when you saw what he began to do
Wondered what might become of you


Letting, Petting, Netting
Upsetting, Fretting, Regretting

Written after watching recent Oprah show.

To The Workaholic

Slow Down!
They Say to me

Relax!
How can it be?

Keep Still!
I'm on the run

Time Off!
I'll fall behind

Hang Out!
I can't unwind

Breathe Deep!
Don't have the time

Lie Down!
But that's a crime

Have Fun!
How do I play?

Feel Good!
I know dismay

Laugh Hard!
No humor here

Get Help!
Can't shed a tear

Rest Up!
I can't give in

Ease Back!
I have to win

Love Life!
Feels like a test

Be Real!
Must be the best

Steve McNair

Steve McNair, Just There!
In June, at celebrity softball
Signing autographs for all
Unaware that too soon life's halted

Steve McNair, Not Fair!
You're killed in a Nashville downtown place
Linked with that other woman's face
Can't repair stories filled with distaste

Steve McNair, Had Flair!
You played through injuries with game
Drive in Superbowl brought fame
Fans still care like you stayed in Titan flame

Steve McNair, We Care!

Flower Box

Some folks feel better with daily walks
Or pick up the phone for long friendly talks
Others choose a favorite book & warm pair of socks
But I find my comfort in a flower box


You might like fishing out on the docks
Or camping outdoors without any clocks
Others use binoculars to spot owls & hawks
While I find my comfort in a flower box


Petunias, begonias, gladiolas, mums
I start planting and my shovel hums
Beauty, brilliance, fragrant flowers
Digging in the dirt keeps me happy for hours


Some kids keep busy with building blocks
Or pick up the crayons and colored chalks
Others like collecting things like marbles & rocks
But I found my comfort in a flower box
Now mine find their comfort in a flower box


(not sure who this was written for..............)