Life Lessons – Page 5 – Word Smith Wisdom

Make Time For This

Hard to find free time in the everyday life.
It is filled with so much hassle and strife.
Running here, rushing there, no time to spare.
Something is going on everywhere.
Time to kick back and smell the roses.
The answer is right under our noses.
Set priorities. Make a list.
The most important you can’t miss.
The others go on a back burner.
Make time for you. Be a learner.
Take up a hobby. Work the ‘honey do’ list.
You’re on vacation. It beats being pissed.
It could be a couple hours a day.
Save a little time to play.
Just relax and unwind.
Time to enjoy a little free time.
The benefits you reap will be a lot.
Lower your stress, b/p, and tension knot.
It will overall help your health.
Add diet and exercise for little wealth.
In the end, you will be glad you did.
Maybe then, you won’t flip your lid.

———————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Funny How Time Slips Away

I had a surprise the other day.
I went to lunch in the usual way.
There I met an old high school friend.
I never expected to see her again.
The high school years were long ago.
Far from here now, don’t you know.
She was happy, almost in tears.
Because she hadn’t seen me in years.
We were close. She dated a friend of mine.
I thought they would get married, in time.
She said she had been married for years.
To another though, she added with fear.
She said her husband recently died.
She was on vacation to forget, she lied.
She was with a female friend.
She needed a change. Why pretend.
We had a long talk about the good old days.
We laughed, and joked about our silly ways.
After awhile, it was time to go.
I said now I would miss her so.
She said it was good we met anyway.
Isn’t it funny how time slips away.

——————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Speed Kills

Yesterday I was tearing up the road.
Up ahead, a truck, with a heavy load.
“Out of my way. I got a license to fly.”
The truck pulled over and let me by.

In my mirror, I saw a motorcycle.
Up the middle is where he might go.
Sure enough, he started to come on by.
I opened my door and made him fly.

I’m a terror on wheels, ripping up the road.
If you’re in my way, I’ll knock you out cold.
I’ve got 4-11 gears and dual exhausts.
Fuel injection. I can really get lost.

When walking, I wouldn’t hurt an ant.
In my car,—- I rave and rant.
If people are slow, I pass them on the right.
I am twice as bad when driving at night.

I live for speed and speed loves me.
I go so fast, the world’s a blur to see.
Maybe I should slow down. I see spots.
The lines in the road look like dots.

Then it happened. The cops are after me.
By then, my tail lights was all they could see.
I made a left, then another quick right.
Shut it down, off with the lights.

They went cruising by, it was late at night.
I went the other way. I was soon out of sight.
They can’t catch me. I’m as fast as lightening.
I am so fast, at times it is frightening.

On my tombstone, the epitaph will read.
Everywhere he went with speed.
But, he couldn’t outrun death.
So here he lies, buried in his Vette.

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Heart Strings

I once loved the music from the strings of your heart.
Now, that music is just tearing me apart.
The strings of my heart play I love you.
Your heart strings now play we are through.
Yours is such a hurtful and bitter sound.
Not like the music of the happiness I once found.
The music is saying soon you will be gone.
The saddest music number to come along.
The music of nature has dropped a note.
The music of the stars say “That’s all she wrote.”
One is the saddest experience you’ll ever know.
One is sad. That’s how the music goes.
Two is so much better than one.
That is, when the two can sound like one.
My heart strings now only bring tears.
The strings have rusted through the years.
A happier sound cannot be heard.
One is the only sound. The final word.
Oh, that my heart strings would ever sing again.
So I could feel all the joy from within.
The world would sing a happier tune.
Life music would heal the wound.
But, it seems that can never come true.
For I could never find another you.

———————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Just Wasting Time

Sitting here thinking how time flies by.
When I was young time didn’t fly.
But now, before I know it.
The day is gone. I couldn’t slow it.
If I could write my life in rhyme.
It would probably be a real crime.
I would dwell on the good times.
Pass over the bad. It doesn’t rhyme.
Most anyone would do the same.
To dwell on bad is really lame.
For most, the past is always better.
But, if you really stick to the letter.
Life is good at any time.
It can also be bad. A real crime.
Pretty much it is what you make it.
If your negative, you can’t fake it.
If your positive things are better.
You don’t have to be a go getter.
Just be you. Your one of a kind.
On with my dreaming, if you don’t mind.

—————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Can Animals Talk With Each Other?

I heard a blue jay squawking.
It wasn’t me he was mocking.
He was saying things, I was sure.
I just couldn’t tell what they were.
Then, I heard a crow caw loudly.
He seemed to be talking proudly.
Then a squirrel was making noise.
He wasn’t playing with any toys.
He was chattering at another.
Better that than fight with each other.
A song bird seemed to be singing.
Ducks quacked, while overhead winging.
The language of nature was there.
You could hear it anytime anywhere.
It would be great to know what they say.
I went inside and asked my African Gray.
“Polly wants a cracker” was all he said.
“Clam up dummy” Was I out of my head?
He only repeats what I taught him.
I just asked him on a whim.
“Do animals talk with one another?”
“Do you argue with your mother?”
What kind of answer was that?
“You smart assed parrot rat.”
“It is the answer you are seeking.”
“Yes. In simple terms I am speaking.”
I almost passed out on the floor.
I couldn’t get him to talk anymore.
But, the answer seems to be clear.
Don’t ask a parrot if one is near.

—————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Influences Of Others And Yourself

People come and people go.
It is like a river’s flow.
They pass through your life.
Some quickly, with little strife.
Others stay and become friends.
You will know them till the end.
Family members mostly stay.
That is unless they move away.
All influence who we are.
Many influence who we will be.
Like a butterfly or a flea.
Beautiful, or irritating, or both.
Some can really get your goat.
Teachers can mold your mind.
Preachers can help keep you in line.
Take time to think of yourself.
What’s your influence or help?
How do you affect the lives of others?
Do they love you or have their druthers?
Others know us for who we are.
To others, make yourself a star.
Leave a good impression that will not fade.
Don’t sit back, join the parade.
Be someone who leaves a mark.
Be respected, right from the start.
Someone else will need that from you.
So they can be a better person too.

——————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Never Pleasing Weather

Well, today it’s hotter than hell.
I hope I can make it through this spell.
Oh what fun to be on a beach.
Cool water within my reach.
But, the sand would burn my feet.
“Nothing works,” I cry in defeat.
I will lay here with a cold beer.
Sorry darling, you can’t be near.
It is too damned hot to fool around.
Today is hot enough to kill a clown.
Slowly, the day drags by.
As the boiling sun creeps across the sky.
I could fry eggs on the sidewalk.
But, it’s too hot to even walk.
I feel as if my tongue will swell.
I’m melting away. Anyone can tell.
I am wet everywhere.
Sweaty feet to dripping hair.
More beer, I must stay hydrated.
Without it I become dehydrated.
Have you ever suffered through heat like this?
It is so hot there is no need to piss.
Being inside doesn’t help at all.
It is stifling. I can’t even crawl.
I’ll fill the tub with water and soak in it.
Maybe that will cool me a little bit.
I feel like cutting carrots and onions.
Adding them to the tub. The fun begins.
Aahhh!!, what am I thinking?
I’ll just lie here and keep on reeking.
Then, I turned on the TV and got the news.
They said the stores were running out of booze.
Worst news I’ve never heard.
Till they told me what will occur.
Another 5 days of this retched heat.
I should die and admit defeat.
But, no. I will tough it out.
Then, in 6 days I will shout.
“I’m alive!!, but now it’s cold, no doubt.”

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

A Glimpse Of God’s World

Something was wrong today.
Had the matrix gone astray?
I seemed to have different choices.
I was hearing lots of voices.
I went out for breakfast as usual.
In the café, what I heard was brutal.
All these voices talking at once.
But, no lips were moving on the chumps.
I realized I was hearing their thoughts.
Scary as hell. It must stop at all costs.
What they thought and what they said.
Didn’t match up in most of the heads.
If people said what they think.
WW3 would be on the brink.
The noise was like a roar to me.
I wanted out. I wanted free.
Then, I learned to get some control.
I could tune out some I didn’t know.
Others, I could not ignore.
Their thoughts were pounding on the door.
Then I heard psychotic thinking.
I was frozen without blinking.
It was to muddled and illogical.
Could he be such a naughty soul?
I was almost ready to scream.
The waitress asked if I wanted cream.
“What, oh, yes” I said.
I was ready to lose my head.
I couldn’t go on like this.
It was too much. Stop it now. Desist.
Man wasn’t made to read another’s mind.
Knowing private thoughts was a real crime.
I can’t live in a world like this.
How does God not feel amiss?
Hearing every thought from everyone.
Praise to the omnipotent one.
He, and only He can deal with this.
I can barely handle a kiss.
With that thought, it went away.
Things returned to normal that day.
I praised God with all my heart.
May we never drift apart.

——————————R. W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Country Way

The time has come to run.
We’ve been having lots of fun.
But, our time of joy is over.
Either run, or push up clover.
Each of them has a gun.
They will shoot us just for fun.
It is time to color us gone.
Now, run faster than a fawn.
See you when it’s over and done.
Then we will have more fun.
They won’t chase us very far.
Even if they use a car.
They lose interest very fast.
Nothing they do seems to last.
They are just good old country boys.
A guitar, a beer, and make some noise.
They don’t care who lost or won.
Only if daddy has his white shotgun.
They want it formal, win or lose.
Then it’s back to drinking booze.
So we will lie low for awhile.
Soon, we will be able to smile.
Then I will walk up to him.
And say: “Guess what? Were next of kin.”

—————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)