My Favorite Work of Art
You raise my spirit when I’m tired and down
And reprimand me when I act the clown
You bring me coffee when I need a lift
And motivate me through that second shift
You warm me when I’m naked to the bone
You’re the reason why I never feel alone
You clean my wounds and listen to me bleed
And give my soul the sustenance I need
You heal my mind and protect my heart
That’s why you’re my favorite work of art
by Richard W. Bray
Cruel Crazy World
I go out each day
Confronting
Hazards and constraints
I bear it all
So joyfully
Without any complaints:
Traffic jams, mudslides, maniacs, bug bites
Derelicts, hurricanes, potholes, red lights
Pranksters, liars, idiots, road crews
Bad news, salesmen, rain delays and dog doo
Frustrated road-ragers, terrorists, and tidal waves
Lunatic zombies climbing right up out their graves
Bad coffee, typhoons, forty-car pile-ups
Degenerate freaks and unrequested dial-ups
Backfires, flat tires, insolent creeps
Nattering nitwits boring me to sleep
Seedy backstreet sideshow demons
And everyone is always scheming
I come home to you
And you hug
The pain away
Ready and refreshed
I’ll face
Another blessed day
by Richard W. Bray
I won’t be there
To watch you grow
And share your life with you
I’ve given up
The right to know
About everything you do
I lost my chance
To be with you
And see you every day
To see you smile
And hear you cry
And learn from what you say
The memory
The times we had
Feel like a missing limb
I can’t get back
To where we were
I never will again
by Richard W. Bray
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