Tag Archives: stubbornness

A QUIET SUNDAY AFTERNOON

A quiet Sunday afternoon,

I’m covering for a friend…

Eating buttered pastry cold

And working until his shift’s end.

There must be something wrong with me,

I didn’t attend church…

I’m feeling like it’s deja vu—

Left spiritually in the lurch.

I don’t think the wife fully understands,

I’m not sure I do either…

Instead of going to one or the other

I’m attending neither!

Making a break from old to new

Was easier when alone…

Having eagle eyes watching me

Discourages me at home.

Remembering appointments has

More difficult become…

Seeing my wife’s messiness

Is a double–triple “bum”.

I cannot deny

My losing right and left…

Important things to keep

Of good sense am I bereft?

–J.E.C.

STUBBORNNESS HAS A PRICE

STUBBORNNESS HAS A PRICE!

 Getting  pricker bush scratch,es

Mounting mulch mountains when dark…

Rapping at windows with cane  heads,

None of these things for a lark!

Stubbornly waited till midnight

Forgetfulness rectified…

Could have happened in daylight

without adventure supplied!

Choosing  no delay

When first it was realized…

Made the man pay

With no benefit if a moon rise!

–Jonathan Caswell

READY…AIM…(FIRE) !

WHO ME…STUBBORN?

In general wisdom it’s said

That those who want to be head…

Rarely comply

When theirs to try

Staying quiet and in bed.

Doctors, caregivers, the like,

Balk when their sickness strikes…

Suggesting this

If things seem amiss,

That THEIR WAY is what one should like!

Then there are caregivers

Used to fording rivers…

For whom they serve

Without a swerve,

Caring for self gives them quivers.

Alas, all must give in

Responding to instruction…

Patience they need

(Foreign to the breed)

To accept without a rebel’s unction!

–Jonathan Caswell

TOO NASTY FOR WORDS

TOO NASTY FOR WORDS

Well now I gone and done it,

I’ve called in, to work…

The snow and sleet forecast are not

A wrecked-up Saturn’s worth!

I used to go whatever the risk

And pray every minute thereon…

Stubbornness and need for pay

Drove me thereupon.

My boss said, when I called in,

He perhaps thought I was wise…

He, himself, will stay overnight

At work (please don’t advertise).

–Jonathan Caswell

MY WIFE MOVES FURNITURE

MY WIFE MOVES FURNITURE…

 

My wife moves furniture when I drag heels,

To do what she suggests…

When she’s exhausted all appeals

Taking mid-way for rests.

Didn’t want to change things but now that she’s started

I guess I’ll go along…

I know that she knows that I’m stubborn-hearted,

But her’s is also strong.

She wants to move where it’s warmer,

For she sleeps in her chair…

Moving to the farthest corner

Hopefully it is warmer there.

So her chair moves further from the window,

And the table is moved to one side…

I’ll finish what she has started

And with the changes abide!

 

–Jonathan Caswell