Author Archive for: Bruce Stachenfeld

Entries by Bruce Stachenfeld

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 […]

The Blank Page

What frightens a writer than anything – a blank page What inspires a writer more than anything – a blank page What is a blank page anyway — it’s the beginning over everything isn’t it? The ultimate challenge in life is turning that blank page into something worthwhile Your very life itself begins as a […]

Teen Poem

We’re just plain parents, you know what I mean We have us a daughter, who’s now a teen Things are great, at least so far But the boy that she’s dating, he’s not a star Unwashed and slimy with oily hair And his stoned expression leaves naught to care Unworthy so clear of our precious […]

Rubba Dub Dub

Rubba dub dub I’m sitting in a pub Doing some thinking And some drinking It’s still early in the day But after all, what the hey This day doesn’t matter If I’m thin or getting fatter I think I’ll buy another round But there’s no friend around I could buy one for a stranger But […]

Roadside Poem

It was the city of Charleston I was heading towards And on the highway there were many billboards There were rest stops, hotels, and advertising signs, it was true But many from Jesus, whose love shone through At first his messages seemed heaven sent But then one shouted out that I should repent. I took […]

Reflections

He was older now but not yet old A life of great fortune had favored his bold Time he reflected hadn’t taken its toll He was hale in his strength, both body and soul But something was nagging, something was bugging At the corner of mind, something was tugging He’d hit very pinnacle, smashed every […]

Pride Poem

As I think on this let me begin To say pride in itself is no sin What is wrongful about pride Is overstating what you supplied As pride may falsely convince That you are really a prince You’ve put too much stock in your self worth When it’s really just the luck of your birth […]