Before the Credits Roll

As thoughts bounce off the walls of time
My mind fumbles for a gear
The ticking clock fails to reassure me
For it’s time I have to fear

Not this second, not this minute
Nor this hour, nor this day
But when shadows cross the sands of time
No warning comes our way

My chemistry teacher used to warn us
Before the big test came
“Get your souls in order”
We knew this was no game

I’m searching for the textbook
To prepare for the exam
To take this life-long journey
To fulfill this life as man

Somewhere ‘neath the cobwebs
Of right and wrong and youth
Buried next to heart and soul
Are destiny and truth

Documented yesteryears,
Waiting for someone to see
One day my eyes open,
I realize, it’s me

I have no advice to give
For who am I to speak?
To question every answer,
To search, to find, to seek

At times I sit and ponder
Have I learned life’s lessons yet?
I think I’ll always wonder
‘Til I remember to forget

Forget the pain and sadness
The angst, the tears, the fear
Leave behind on your journey
 In the rear-view mirror

I stumble along the straight and narrow
I know I’ll fall again
But hopefully get back up once more
Before the credits roll, at the end
Music for One and All

“Stand fast, dear sir”, said judge to jester
“I’m afraid I must say, you’re under arrest sir
The melody you brought, to sing in your song
Assaulted the ears, was nothing but wrong!”

Jester cackled in the face of the law,
Made light of his shackles, He heckled and hawed
A fuddle-duddle court, the jester jests
Hellacious humor, to befuddle the guests

“Now, dear judge, I think I must speak
Your facts, are nothing but wrong
For notes on the staff were sung, clear to hear
Whilst jury sat, all day long!”

“Hear treasures I say!  Haft you no ears?
For angels soar in the breeze
Who are you to judge, melody from not
To hear not another’s needs?”

“Order I say”, says judge to jester
His gavel hammers the oak
“Where is the voice, of the common man?
For silence, is all he spoke!”

“Speak thy thought, share thy word
Or forever hold thy peace
Thy word is counted, one and all
His to hers to each”

Said jester hung his head in shame
Vanquished in blasphemous tears
For a song is not, his nor mine
T’is ours, to sing and hear

Gavel slammed down, Court adjourned,
For people have the thrall
To take a stance, For song and dance,
And music, for one and all
I'd Trade for Yesterday

The best sleep I ever had
Was lying close to you
Dreaming all your dreams
And wishing they’d come true

I watched the sunlight kiss your face
But sands of time gave way
The best sleep I’ll ever have
I’d trade for yesterday
Paddle in my Hands

My paddle dips into the peaceful calm
Caressed by autumn sunshine and cotton cumulus
A fine spray of droplets glistens like gold upon my skin
Is there no greater treasure?
Water below, sky above, afternoon breeze
A paddle in my hands
Heartstrings

I felt your heartstrings last night,
I wrapped them around my heart, and for a fleeting moment
I found happiness
I strolled along your journey
Where rose petals fell like rain drops
Before you, after you, wherever your path led you

You lingered for a moment, touched my heart with your smile
Wrapped your heart strings around mine
Bathed my soul, with your memory

I felt your heart strings last night
They led me though a garden of glorious beauty   
Winding through the years,
Through every smile, every embrace that you graced us with
How you took the small simple things,
Touched them and brought joy to everyone
From the sweet song of the robin,
To the fragrance of a rose

How sweet your heartstrings were,
How lucky I was, to find them
In the dawn of the morning
Wrapped around my heart
One Fine Day

One fine day, if skies should turn to grey
When words can’t say, what we need to say
We will find a way, one fine day

One fine day, when life deals a card, that we can’t play
We will seek knowledge and understanding, come what may
One fine day

One fine day, hope will light our way
If life throws us a curve, we will be brave
We will have courage to face the day
One fine day

One fine day, if our time has come, to walk away,
We’ll smile the smile, that says, it’s okay
Remember how far we’ve come, and be proud to say
Tomorrow we have hope, because of today,
One fine day
To This Fine Young Man

Your Grandson graduated today
He stood tall and proud, much like you
He spoke with enthusiasm, ambition and vision
Much like you.

He has empathy, compassion and concern for his fellow man
Much like you
He is the man he is, because of family, like you.

How I hope you had a front row seat from Heaven,
To see how your love, encouragement and support
Gave rise to this fine young man today.
Rivers of Life

Rivers of time have been keeping score
While rivers of life are taken for more
As generous as they could ever be
They give to us, unconditionally

A family skating in January
Brothers stream-fishing in May
Children swimming on hot July afternoons
Grandfather and grandson canoeing in serene Octobers

Rivers are the arteries of life
Fresh water flowing, capillaries reaching to all in need
Our environment, our wildlife, our people, our spirit
How could they, would they, ever end?
How could we, would we, lose our friend?

To the changing reality of progress and technology,
Placing the dollar before ecology
Pushing resources to the limit and ignoring
Her silent calls for help

When you look in the mirror in the morning,
Feel the cool water gently greeting you with the dawn
Ask not what she can do for you
But how you can do your part, to carry on
The rivers of life

‘Twas the Mall Before Christmas    
                                        
‘Twas the mall before Christmas, and all through the stores
Shoppers scouted for bargains, stocking stuffers and more
Me peddling my books, of photos and poems
More lookers than takers, but I wasn’t alone

Kids gobbling candy, moms glued to their phones
Dads refereeing their kids, wishing they were at home
The line-up for Santa, was winding and long
Kids whining and crying, a sad Christmas song

Not many smiles among all the throngs
I thought this was Christmas, I guess I was wrong
I hear “Jingle Bells” and “Silent Night”
As for the spirit of Christmas, it wasn’t in sight

When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a tiny young lad, grinning ear to ear
Wearing reindeer antlers, such a cute little guy
He giggled and wiggled, brought a tear to my eye

For he brought me a memory, of years long ago
Mom, Dad and my siblings, how we loved Christmas so
Sleigh rides and caroling, laughter and toys
Mom and Dad’s gift of love, filled our hearts with joy

So thank you little guy, with the reindeer antlers
For your smile lit up the mall
You gave me the gift of a memory
The greatest Christmas gift of all

Greg Turlock Creative