Triumph Poem
The Bruce Poetry ProjectMy 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…
The Why of Work
The Bruce Poetry ProjectOff 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…
The Vessel
The Bruce Poetry ProjectPart 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…
The Poem of Bruce
The Bruce Poetry ProjectThere was an old man did a lot
Taking on too much was his spot
Twas all too much fun
Til he said I am done.
Maybe just one more thing; why not
The Philosopher Blues
The Bruce Poetry ProjectI 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…
The Last Chance
The Bruce Poetry ProjectOff 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…
The Final Goal Line
The Bruce Poetry ProjectI 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…
The Deepest Danger of a Successful Career
The Bruce Poetry ProjectOff to work in the early morn
Gone I am before the dawn
Then at night I’m home after dark
My job’s such 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…
The Butt Dial
The Bruce Poetry ProjectHe’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…
The Blank Page
The Bruce Poetry ProjectWhat 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…