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…
Teen Poem
The Bruce Poetry ProjectWe’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…
Rubba Dub Dub
The Bruce Poetry ProjectRubba 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…
Roadside Poem
The Bruce Poetry ProjectIt 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…
Reflections
The Bruce Poetry ProjectHe 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…
Quick Poem
The Bruce Poetry ProjectI saw a little lizard.
The little fellow scurried by
I bet his life is much more peaceful.
Because he doesn’t wonder why
Pride Poem
The Bruce Poetry ProjectAs 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…