Goodbye Glamour Girl

Walking along the railroad tracks

Smoking to be cool

Drinking under nearby bridges

Regular teen fools

Discussing our current crushes

Painting her purple walls

Admiring her ability to always be chic

With her I felt so gangly tall

My awkwardness was a foil to her

My disagreement incurred her wrath

My cautiousness made her impatient

My naiveté made her laugh

High school shapes your destiny

It can heal and it can scar

And the people who you befriend there

Become a part of who you are

But I let this friendship fade away

She didn’t like when I was strong

And I had found my inner strength

And it was time to live MY song

So I let this friendship fade away

Didn’t answer when she called

I wasn’t there, I couldn’t be

And now.... and now that’s all.

I miss that stylish, glamour girl

My first Annapolis Valley friend

She will always be in my memories

And be a part of who I am.

Super Cow Comic #2

You would NOT believe what it took for me to finally find a way of adding this pic/comic to this blog.  It fought me every inch of the way.   The first one didn't give me this much trouble.  Hmmm...  Mr Mean must've gotten his hands on it....uh, I mean... his evil machines to gum up the works or something.   Anycow, I hope you like it...   ;o)  

Mean To Me

Spring is stuttering and trying to start

While I search for magic in the dark

And as the world brightens, through cold that is weaning

I remain confounded and looking for meaning.

Pleasant weekend that has almost run its course

Tries winning its fight against time’s ancient force   

But Monday approaches with its mind-boggling mist

I seriously doubt I’ll find its gist

Then the days and the weeks and the months saunter by

There go the seasons as time starts to fly

My questions become diluted in the calendar dance

And I stop believing in any significance

The years start to carve lines in my face

My heart grows comfortable in its lonely place

Middle-age body full of achy joints

Remains unconvinced that there’s any point

Yet...

I still search for magic in this senseless life

While fighting the shadows and holding off strife

Using laughter and music to fight off the cry

I have a feeling, I will never know why.

Long... drawn-out... albeit hopeful... sigh.