UN-Living is Easy

I could un-live in unison
With all those dwelling down holes.
Lost within the rhythm of the swamp
Unwilling to swallow the poison
Offered by the medicine man.
Staying trapped inside the wheel,
The eighteen ’til seventy-five comfort
Of a paycheck and a pain deep in the gut,
And the bitter acceptance that the boss
Really does get paid to know less than me.

 © 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

 One of these mornings
You’re going to rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And take to the sky
Summertime, Porgy & Bess

The Wedding Ring

It is nearly ten years on
Since you have been gone
And I still wear the ring you gave me.
Like a thread through time
That links me daily with you.
It’s an heirloom I suppose,
Something not mine
That means less to others
As time passes by.
Something I’ll hand down
To a child not yet born
About a grandfather they never knew.
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

It’s My Kryptonite

photo credit: K via photopin (license)

photo credit: K via photopin (license)

Be kind to me
Give me hope
Look at me
That certain way.

Smile at me from across
A crowded room
And when you go leave behind
The scent of sweet perfume.

Laugh at my jokes,
A little too loud;
That accidental touch, electricity,
Sparks my day to life.

Give me praise
And Like Samson, unman me …
Watch my strength
Ebb away.
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.