Far more 
frogs turned 
into princes
when kissed
by lips
belonging to 
those whose 
eyes could 
see beyond 
warts and 
lily pads

I remember when 
most and more 
always meant better 
but now some 
and enough do 
just as well 
it’s not scarcity 
living like this 
but prosperity wrapped 
in blessings blanket 
and tied with 
ribbons of gratitude 

Priorities dictated 
but the 
days of
do are
now over 
the bricks 
have been 
laid and 
timbers erected 
it’s time 
to add
those things 
that make 
a place 
a home 

The sweet spot 
be it prose
poetry or plays
knows just where
what and how 
to touch it 
some sing and 
some say and 
some explain it 
all away but 
the end is 
never the same