Author Archive for: Bruce Stachenfeld

Entries by Bruce Stachenfeld

Vermont Magic

I’m up in Vermont I can do what I want But I don’t like hiking And I’m scared of biking It’s okay outdoors Unless it rains or it pours I could view the green hills But just a few minutes it fills It’s too cold now to swim in the lake And I don’t like […]

Triumph Poem

My life began at sixty five At last I knew at last I was alive. By now it’s clear the die is cast. I can see the future and the past is past So eager I am now for each day I’ve no need to strive to make my way At some point in life […]

The Why of Work

Off to work, so very early, in that special time and space that so few partake of and fewer still can thrill to – why is that? And then at night, so late it has gotten, but I am still enraptured with more special time, in lieu of home to warmth of wife – why […]

The Vessel

Part I – The Dream He was a young man and he knew it all In the prime of his life and he heard the call At that ripe old age near about twenty He hadn’t enough, he wanted plenty It was high time to make to make a critical acquisition Someone to enhance his […]

The Philosopher Blues

I tussled with a moral theory For hours and hours till my brain was weary Was I right or was I wrong Thinking – thinking – takes so long But tis the lot of those who philosophize To look ambiguity in the face and not deal in lies I knew an answer just had to […]

The Last Chance

Off to work in the early morn Gone I am before the dawn Then at night I’m home after dark My job’s a challenge, not a walk in the park A wife and two daughters are the stated reason That I work so hard, no matter the season No time for me with them to […]

The Final Goal Line

I like to think I am really clever But my life won’t last forever. So each day I have to live Is one day less I have to give So unless I think there’s an afterlife I should care less and less about daily strife. The days ahead are fewer than the past But there’s […]

The Butt Dial

He’d been fifty years old for now quite a while And it was a pretty good life he thought with a smile But one small big thing did his contentment defile His daughter – now full grown – had left his domicile His memories floated back to when she was a child He recalled very […]