Bob Grant

I bag the leaves in Spring again, collect them up with some disdain. Seems the ones I raked last Fall, somehow returned to get my gall. As I bend to shove them in, thoughts do wonder what has been. How many years are left in me, to rake the leaves to some degree?

The house is small but it is ours, bought and paid just like the cars. Said our stay would just be brief, now thirty-six in disbelief. Not the place I thought we’d live, or all the years to it we’d give. With no regrets or need to rant, guess we’re here until we can’t?

Photographs and Memories, place in time sure guarantees. Faded yellow – younger years, facing life with minor fears. Now days time’s in megabytes, posted to those social sites. Future won’t be as before, no more photos in a drawer

“Aye” the Pirate says to you, “i’s”in Mississippi too, “eyes” in needles used to sew, “i” for times we used to know, “Eyes on Fridge” I mention here, seeing things that we hold dear, scraps of paper turned to gold, holding stories to be told.  

Could I have been a Donald Trump, and not another common chump? Soaring high for all to see, I am the greatest – just ask me! “The Bob” – it seems – don’t have the ring, to make the masses jump and sing. But as “The Donald” keeps on scorin’, he’ll likely never be a … Read moreCould I have been a Donald Trump?

Three friends walking hand-in-hand, a place in time they do command. Difference races walking there, color blind without a care. Spanish, White, Iranian, if kids can do it perhaps we can, work together like the youth, it beats a fight and that’s the truth!    

What kind of person does consent, to plot the path to President??? Do we get the very best, or just the ones the most possessed? Endless questions – scrutiny, the average sole would mutiny. A rented house – a jet to fly, there must be more than meets the eye?

A memory – a place in time, a frozen image in my mind. Haunting now in older years, dredging out unwanted fears. Youthful dreams that were not met, wishing age could be reset. So I could have a Mulligan, and grow once more into a man.

I found and old friend – from way long ago, connecting again and getting to know, how we evolved from much younger years, and sharing the stories of some of our peers. He was a good friend – a best one for sure, with ongoing time we still will endure. Whatever’s to come – he’ll … Read moreAn Old Friend

Ripped – tattered – weathered – torn, in this condition some might scorn. Many years since it’s been sold, now it lays here being OLD! Tape it up or throw away? Its final fate should we delay? Impossible to reinvent, though can it be still relevant? Perhaps in life this is the case, to string … Read moreDon’t throw us Out