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 

One cup two 
should do to
shoo away blues
gaining a smooch 
from my favorite 
you know who 
start the day
lovely and gay
and wave away
gloomy and gray
let the sun
warm your buns
and gimme some 
of summer’s luvin