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John Hagee preached on diligence,*

Today I’m apt to agree…

I lost my ride, am staying inside

The word fits today to a “T”.

It feels like I have to scramble

And we aren’t referring to eggs…

Pesky details when insurance fails

Have given my effort new legs!

I’m praying a social worker

Perhaps will take pity on me…

Running to help my feeble yelp

And doing so diligently!

==Jonathan Caswell

* Hagee…check out http://www.jhm.org



Excuses he made in the past,

Kept him from decisions cast…

Alternate affections

Inducing defections

From marriages supposed to last.

Not getting much at home,

Eyes and mind do tend to roam…

This fear of affairs

To his doctor he airs,

She says to a professional it is known.

A natural tendency to cling

To the one through whom light’s shining….

The danger is real

But she feels

Proper distance will be maintaining.

A note perhaps about her,

The woman who is his doctor…

He knows the line,

Looks away sometimes

Frequently as he prefers.

The nurses there are family,

Been going there a long time, you see…

One or two at close quarters

Are pleasant but mortar

The wall up professionally!

She’ll help him get counseling

And a new social worker to swing…

Emergency care

Helping him prepare

For improvement so he can sing!

–Jonathan Caswell



(An opinion about U.S. healthcare policy)


I thought we would be okay,

If the hardship hitting others stayed away…

But, no such luck,

We too, got stuck

In the national melee!

It was relatively easy to fix,

Being caught between and betwixt…

Left her on the phone

Getting back her own

Policy that had been nixed.

I grow angrier yet,

How more stupid can it get…

Our national leaders

Think we all are bleeders

For something they ignored to vet!

“Who cares if it don’t work,

“Use it anyway,” the chain jerked…

We’ve all got chain collars

And pay many dollars

For a coffeemaker that won’t perk.

We had a social worker advise

To cut all former ties…

That we HAD TO join in

The vast luny bin,

And then comes the big surprise.

I think we’ll be rectified,

Assuming no more have lied…

To keep what we’ve got,

What’s left in the pot

To pay our bills and survive.


–Jonathan Caswell





Because of living in clutter,

The social worker muttered…

Our friends too,

Are willing to do

What they will for a call for help uttered.

The man is fifty-six

And is needing help to fix…

Areas of his life

Concerning his wife

And himself, between and betwixt.

It happens every few years

Despite sweat and tears…

They tend to fall down

And nearly drown,

By the making of certain fears.

All that they can do is submit,

Trying to get through it…

Finding a way

To get back the day

When they’ll again swim alone, with grit.


–Jonathan Caswell