Many hands make the chore light
And that was his philosophy through life
Reaching out with his hands to help all those he could
Keeping to this up even as he passed, so many came to celebrate him, it made his passing easier.
Mark (an acrostic poem)
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New Year (an acrostic poem)
Now everyone was counting the seconds
Excited about a new beginning, a new something
What changes were possible
Yet he sat on the couch and sipped his champagne calmly
Every day was his chance to begin anew, to try to right his wrongs
And that allowed him to find peace with himself every night as he went to sleep
Ready to celebrate a new chance, a new resolution, every day. That was worth celebrating
Mechanic (an acrostic poem)
Image: By Sicnag – 1964 Oldsmobile 442 2 door Hardtop, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=45448417
Machine magician, doctor of octane studies, wrench whisperer
Every one of those titles match well with her engine grease pedicure
Changing the blown out head gasket of an Oldsmobile 442
Her wizardry breathed life back into that smoke belching dragon
And by the end it bent to her will, purring with all eight cylinders
Now ready to consume as much blacktop and gasoline as could be reached by the tip of the pedal
It was the masterful application of her sorcery and to celebrate its completion she pushed her mount to the max
Causing twin black streaks as evidence of her passing as she rode the beast into the distance
Solo (an acrostic poem)
So many people crowded together to celebrate
Only Erik felt like an island in the sea of humanity
Looking at the beer in his red cup, he wondered why he was there
On his way home, he remembered. He was Marty’s ride.
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Cherish (an acrostic poem)
Cute glass penguins littered Marc’s desk and shelves
He was always fondling the damn things
Even when he was chewing out his employees, like right now
Richard thought about grabbing them all and yelling “Opa!” as he smashed them
It would be such cathartic jubilee
Still he sat there and took all of Marc’s abuse in silence
He knew where the janitor kept her keys. Tonight he would celebrate!
Rock (an acrostic poem)
Risking it all, Dwayne attacked the toddler who was armed with scissors
Overpowering the child, Dwayne was victorious
Couldn’t celebrate his victory though
Kecking Dwayne defeatedly began taping the confetti that was his handwritten manuscript
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