Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

Many folk have phobias A fear of this or that, Arachnophobia, spiders,  Chirop-tophobia, - bat Amaxo-phobia is the fear Of riding in a car, Hodo-phobia, that's the fear   Of distance, going too far One I'm pleased, no longer have, Gloso-phobia, bring, The fear of public speaking, Brain freeze, or stammering. Claustrophobia, closed in space And believe this fact or not, Naturists have "Clothes-trophobia" When coverings, they've forgot.

 Oh to be in double figures, Wouldn't feel, I was a child, Be giv'n responsibilities, Would not be acting wild. Oh to be an older guy, Be working, driving car, Pick up girls in Cadillac Now THAT, would have some power. Oh to have some more free time, Family and work, take all, I dreamt when older I would be, That I would have a ball. Oh to be retired from work, That daily 9-5, Do the things I, want to do, I'd feel I was alive Oh to be so young again, I miss those, gone, beyond, In reality, looking back 'pon,  Of those days, I was quite fond.

 S pring,  commences longer days  U psetting winters plans,  N o more shovelling, frigid cold  S now, with frostbit hands.  H eat, though still not VERY warm,  I ncreases with each day,  N ight time hours get shorter,  E ventually, out to play.  S ometimes slanderous, hurtful, frank,  P omposity, excels,  I nsulting, hurtful,   T  E   F  U psetting  L  S pringboard ready, firm and taut,  O ver, head and heels,  M omentum spinning me around  E ventually land on the ground,  R otating like cartwheels.  S pinning through the air, so high,  A ppearing lithe and sprite,  U ltimating back ground,  L anding upright, as was planned,  T o rapturous roars, be crowned.

Murphy, in the morning and through                             the decades. A 'Newfie' and 'New Scotian'  Their life paths, they did meet, 'Way back, in the '40's Soon, patter of tiny feet. A daughter, followed by two sons, Then "itchy feet" did get,  So westward they did venture, Ontario, their target. In Hamilton they settled down, "New House - new family" Our Patrick; then came Kathy, Two girls, - and boys? - now three. Young Pat became an 'Altar boy', And to his school, would walk, Then studying 'Radio Broadcasting' He had to "LEARN"? to talk?? ( "How now brown cow" what? what? ) Traffic updates, - summer job, At CHML's studio, First 'full time' job, broadcasting, Way down there, in Simcoe. 'Twas there he had a 'life change', A "NEW LIFE" guaranteed, Paul Fletcher guided him, straight path, Soon grown, that planted seed. With CHYM, followed by FAITH FM, His dulcet t...

"Go to your room", once punishment Is now a tranquil balm, A place of peace and solitude, Of relaxation, calm. A place away from others, Their restlessness and noise, Of silence, and serenity, Where 'solace', one enjoys. A time of soul reflection, To meditate or muse,  Where peaceful comfort lingers,  Where inner thoughts, infuse. Five minutes or a few hours, (The time, it WILL pass fast), The benefits do linger It's usefulness, is vast.

1) Once again, this Generations family Giving assistance, doling out love, Generous-ly helping in a time of need Compassion shown, from above. (Chorus) And once again I thank you, though it.                      seems, not enough. Your loving care, compassion, when                     in  times, they get tough, Once again your helping hands Doling out  your kindness and love. 2) Many times, espec'lly in these recent                           years E'en without asking, love did abound, Showing me the love that stems from               Heaven's gates Love that goes round and around. (Chorus)  3) I'm in awe, your overflowing friendliness  Gen'rations family, generos'ty shown, Selfishness will never get the time of day Love, that abounds, overblown. (Chor...

This morning, icy outdoors, While to the car, was goin' I slipped and fell on pavement, Did break clavicle bone. The pavement was the parking lot Of home, where I abide, Another resident, 'ppointment had, Was giving him a ride. Did drive him to and from it,  A wait of half an hour, The nurse in charge at residence When I got home, in car Did telephone for ambulance She wanted it checked out, To local hospital arrived Bone broken, there is no doubt. So, 'nother 'break' I will have, Is break from driving now,  So glad it wasn't Springtime, Loathe winter driving, anyhow.

THINGS I WOULD HAVE MISSED Was born at home in January, Though, due to being "mad" (I was born "foaming at the mouth") 'Twas Ep'lepsy, I had. So I, to hospital, was rushed, And there, I did remain With mum, 'til I was stabilized Few weeks, then home again. That was the only Grand Mal fit  That ever have, I would, Though aft' first sev'n year life cycle, Returned, in milder mood. Years later, still a youngster, Under  parental care, Some surgery had been offered. To treat that ailment there. My mother had a cousin In nursing field, she'd trained Asked her advice about it, From her knowledge, mum gained. She did advise against it, Mother, informed, by she, "Better Colin being the smart boy, Than handicapped, he be." On average, every fortnight,  (That's fourteen days, to you) A seizure, it would raise its head 'Twas almost aye, on cue. I COULD have gone for six weeks, That happened often too, But then, next day, they would ret...

  If my body was a car, I would ensure it could go far, Would treat it well and daily feed, If ever needed, - engine bleed. I wouldn't leave it out of food, For that is needed, to work good, Would take it for a shower or two, Loves to be clean, like me and you. I'd show it off  to fam'ly, friend, Might ev'n drive THEM, ("around the bend") In country, town land, hill and vale, And trust the engine would not fail. I'd take it, periodically, To a car doctor, him, to see If it was being treated nice, To be left out, in snow and ice. It would be fully 'ppreciated, With proper fuel, keep it fed, To parking lot, I'd let it stay With similar company, part of day.