3/17/11

They say St. Patrick charmed the snakes,

And drove them out of Ireland.

He banished them for all our sakes,

The island cleansed, made free from sin.

But, where did all the serpents go,

Once they had fled their native shores?

Did they spread out across the globe,

Afflicting evil, hate, and war?

Thus, as today, you toast good health,

True love, and long prosperity.

Don’t pass the buck to someone else,

Should snakes infest your property.

3/16/11

Oh, to be a simple creature,

Left with but a few concerns,

Nature as its only teacher,

Just survival to be learned.

Nothing else to prey upon it,

But the predators at night.

No ambition, no despondence,

No internal mental fight.

Simple creatures do not worry,

Over how much they achieve,

Though we both may hoard and scurry,

Only one of us believes,

That his life is somehow lesser,

That his worth cannot compete.

Oh, to be a simple creature,

Oh, to get a good night’s sleep.