Corporate Crap and Other Dubious Wisdom

In days of old, when I wasn’t so old,
I was a young and impetuous Prince.

As I dallied one day in the midst of my play,
I spied a maid through a rose covered fence.

We tarried to spy, my Rose Princess and I,
While we whispered sweet sounds to each other.

When the day turned to night we lamented our plight,
For the light had failed one another.

Through that summer we played and not oft did we stray,
From that space by the rose covered fence.

Til one day behold, the leaves had turned gold,
It was time for me to learn to be Prince.

By the wall did we stay, for just one more day,
And I promised my heart to another.

For a Prince of just five, I was young and alive,
But even Princes must listen to Mother.

My thoughts tend to stray in the light of the day,
to those days when my youth was like May.

Now my days turn to gold, as I’ve grown old,
With my memories of me as young Prince.

Tho my heart still did churn, my Princes never returned,
To that space by the rose covered fence.

D. Brooks

Check out Marjo Moore!! She’s an excellant serious writer with a clue.

I think my personal favorites are :

12/15/2004: Sam Wright Bodman is the Wrong Man for the Job  and

11/25/2004: Mitch Albom, Will You Be My Mentor?

but then I may be a little biased I’ve been following Marjo’s work for some time and have a lot of respect for her writing.

Andy Martello, a comedian and great humorist writer will also be joining shortly both at MBC and BFP.

‘Tis sad dear Aunty that some men never find
That the way to a womans heart is through her mind.

They make show with their money to impress as they spend,
When a woman’s impressed if you’ll just be her friend.

They’ll wine them and dine them just to get laid,
As if a fair price could ever be paid.

When all’s said and done and they slink out the door,
They don’t seem to see that there could have been more.

Take this from a man who has oft paid the price,
It doesn’t take brains… you just have to be nice.

D Brooks