May Storm

Oh, did you hear the storm last night?

It woke me from anxious dreams…

I wondered if the sea would flood

The island with new born streams.

Conrad didn’t seem to care.

“Did I hear it”? He said “Nah”.

He turned in bed to face me,

Grabbing my arm with his paw.

Most people now turned seventy,

Will overlook an indifferent friend…

No matter their lack of attention,

They’ll stand by you till the end.

Relationships have trade offs,

Conrad tolerates my inane wit…

He knows at 3 AM this morning,

I’ll take him out for another shit.

Addicted to Beauty

I’ve always been addicted to beauty,

Be it a sunset, a soul, or one word

Sometimes it was a person’s smile,

Or the best music ever heard.  

I started to buy oil paintings,

Then Asian object’s d’ art…

Then clever new inventions,

And this was just the start.

I filled my house with goodies,

Then expanded to three stores.

I still made a fair profit,

Paying others to work the floors.

Then suddenly,

My skeleton failed,

I no longer had my health.

My priorities were just breathing

There was no value in wealth.