Just facing long odds,

those impossible hurdles,

proves our mettle, win or lose.

~

When facing the odds

our mettle is forged by the

way we choose to play the game.

Let’s find joy even 

when things don’t go our way. Let’s

try what seems impossible.

~

Impossible tasks

can become a source of joy,

but only when completed.

When he can’t be sure,

at least he cultivates an

appearance of certainty.

~

When appearance is

everything certain truths are

no longer self-evident.

When the golden rule

has been replaced by the rule

of gold, what have we become?

~

That golden luster

seduces both hearts and minds

and thus, tarnishes the soul.

Again, mean spirits

may yet be the salvation

of the hungry, poor, and meek.

~

Didn’t we learn that in  

two Corinthians touted

by Trump and his ilk?

When all is said and

nothing consecutive is done,

could it be Trump is tweeting?

~

All bark and no bite

is a common hallmark of

yapping dogs with tiny paws.

Does retirement

seem to loom, large and dreadful,

or seem a friend, come to stay?

~

It all depends on

who you ask – the one who is

retiring or the spouse.

What can we do when

 storms rage around us and our

 president tweets and twitters?

~

Reaping the whirlwind

takes on a fresher meaning

when he sows discordant seeds.

Wouldn’t it be great

if life came with a laugh track

to tell us when to smile?

~

Not really – I don’t

want to laugh or smile by

 suggestion or on command.

How many roads must

a dog owner walk before

his dog takes a dump?

~

The answer, my friend,

will be hiding in the leaves

before your long walk is through.