They snore, they snore, I want to get up and head for the door.
One is a puff, one is a rumble and the other is a dull roar.
They snore, they snore, I can’t take it anymore.
I give one a stroke and over they role,
the other a poke and they are quiet awhile.
They snore, they snore, I count sheep and try to ignore.
To sleep with my pups and the love of my life
a symphony of snores is the cacophony I endure.
They snore, they snore, and sleep I’m yet to score.
To hear them rest sweetly is the sound I yearn for,
but for a good nights rest it is not a cure.
They snore, they snore, but I could not love them more.
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Changes
The changes to places, I don’t really mind.
But the changes to faces, oh I really do mind.
Lost are the theater, the restaurant and the park,
but not those who’ve touched my heart.
Faces change with lines and crinkles,
everyone faces the inevitable wrinkle.
But the soul of youth remains,
no matter how many things change.
Our bodies pop, creak and slow down,
some mornings are sore to the bone.
My mind says young, but my back says old,
never more than when I’m on my own.
The playgrounds of youth are a subdivision,
the grade school unrecognizable with my vision.
But the friends who’ve known me at my worst,
are still the friends who love me without derision.
Yes, the changes to places are fine,
but the changes to faces are so unkind.
To those I’ve lost or who’ve left me behind,
you’ll always live on in love in my mind.
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