Jim and Flo

Jim was a man who knew too much,
Who talked too much, who squawked too much;
Jim was a man who knew too much,
But now he’s dead and gone.

He was a man who lived with kings,
Who stayed with kings, who played with kings;
He was a man who lived with kings,
But now he’s dead and gone.

There was a man who ran the show,
And owned the show, was in the know;
There was a man who ran the show,
Who put the hit on Jim.

The big, bad man was known as Pete,
He fought the street, he bought the street;
This bad man whose name was Pete,
He whacked his good friend Jim.

The bad ass man who ran the show,
Was in the know bout Jim and Flo;
Jim and Flo were in the know,
That Flo was Big Pete’s wife.

Jim was a man who knew too much,
He did the crime but did no time;
Jim was a man who knew too much,
But didn’t see the knife.

Copyright 2019 MDC

My Mind’s Eye

Wispy sky of pink and blue,
Makes me only think of you;
Morning sky, in my mind’s eye,
Leads me to this song.

Taking time to think of you,
Wispy sky of pink and blue;
Bright sunrise, in my mind’s eye,
Make my feelings strong.

The beauty of horizons,
The beauty of your eyes;
Are things that make my mind erase a world that’s full of lies.

Taking time to be here now,
Following a mindful vow;
To stop and smell the roses,
That bloom from day to day.

Wispy skies of blue and pink,
Can only help me stop and think;
Those brilliant skies, in my mind’s eye,
Can make me feel this way.

The beauty of horizons, The beauty of your eyes; are things that make my mind erase a world that’s full of lies.

Copyright 2019 MDC

Driving Through The Apple

“I see the Empire State Building,”
He said with eyes a-wide.
“We’ll be driving past it,”
I smiled as I replied.

“Can I see it close up, from my side of the van?”
“Just look right out your window Son,
I’m certain that you can.

“Thank you, Dad! This is great, we’ll see Flat Iron, too?”
“No son, that is downtown, but a tunnel we’ll go through. “

“Oh cool. We’ll go through it? Is it by the Guggenheim?”
“No Son, that is uptown, we’ll be through it in no time. “

“You mean the tunnel? Don’t you Dad? That’s what we’re going through?”
“That’s right Son, it’s called Midtown, we’ll hit the Lincoln, too. “

“We learned about the city, Dad,
This year in class, in school.”
“Hey, there’s a yellow taxi,
The city is so cool!”

“That’s Madison Square Garden? How come it’s shape is round?”
“Hey there’s the Chrysler Building, it’s over there uptown.”

“Thanks for taking this road Dad. Seeing this is fun!”
“I’m glad you like it, little man! No problem, Jack my son.”

Copyright 2019 MDC

I’m Not Easy

At times I wander aimlessly,
At times I have a goal;
Sometimes I’m sinking helplessly into an endless hole.

I’ve very little confidence,
I’ve made some bad mistakes;
I don’t rely upon myself,
I don’t have what it takes.

Just when I feel it’s certain that there is no end in sight;
I think about my family and suddenly there’s light.

A light that shows me quickly it’s the reason I am here;
A light that lets me recognize the ones I hold so dear.

My wife has been my backbone ‘cause I have none of my own;
My boys have shown the strength it takes to set the proper tone.

My boys and wife have given me the loving I have sought;
And trust me, it is way more love then I had ever thought.

All I can say is, “Thank You,”
For always being there;
I need to say “I love you” too for showing that you care.

I know that I’m not easy,
I know I’m quite contrite;
But thanks again for loving me and showing me the light.

The light that led to happiness,
The light that makes me proud;
To be a thankful member of this faithful loving crowd.

The Nanny’s Chore

What is racing through your mind,
When you’re acting so unkind;
As you do just what you choose to do.

Treating her with disrespect,
A better person I’d expect;
You’re acting like you haven’t got a clue.

She just spent her only days,
Sharing all her loving ways;
Treating you to many special things.

But in a minute you forget,
And misbehave or get upset;
Even though you’re treated like a king.

Some will say this is the way,
I don’t buy it so I say;
There’s issues here that we can not ignore.

We all know it’s Mommy’s fault,
An open wound that’s rubbed with salt;
She banged ‘em out yet leaves you at the door.

People say, “Oh, but she tries.”
I see things through different eyes;
She dumped her load on family and friends.

She doesn’t care if you are well,
Your life must be a living hell;
She plays the Mommy but it’s all pretend.

There really ought to be a test,
When Mommy’s say they do their best;
Because the “baby-daddy” ain’t around.

They certainly should see the light,
The kids should be their only fight;
They simply need to put the bottle down.

I really, truly have to say,
Despite your age, there is no way;
To let you treat my wife the way you do.

For years I’ve tried to figure out,
What’s bothersome about this route,
But now I see that it’s not me, it’s you.

I’m not talking personally,
Your innocence is plain to see;
You’re playing with the only cards you’ve got.

The baby dad has left his wife,
It has an impact on your life,
It also impacts all of us, a lot.

We are here to procreate,
Our simple life we replicate;
Supposedly Jehovah tells us so.

But here is something he should say,
It’s more than just conception day;
You need to guide them and to watch them grow.

Here’s my fear and it is real,
That in the future you will deal;
A matching set of cards they gave to you.

Then that person does the same,
They too play this harmful game;
And on it goes, the cycle goes askew.

Now we’re right back at the start,
You’re tugging at my loved one’s heart;
I can’t stand by and watch you hurt her though.

So it’s time to walk away,
But she won’t and I must say;
This is the reason that I love her so.