A Different Kind of Day

It's just been different today.  At mass this morning we sang On Eagles Wings, I couldn't get through it.  Too many memories.  My picture was in the paper today with an article about a writing group I attend.  I've heard from a lot of people.  Wonder what Gwen would think about that.  She was a pretty private person.

I've begun sorting through a folder I found that is full of poems I've written over the years.  Some of them are pretty old!  My plan is to clean them up, type them up; put them i n a file in my computer.  I wrote this one over 20 years ago, but it kind of describes my situation today as I try to live without Gwen at my side.

JOB CHANGE          

This kind of thing was

so much easier to do

when I was twenty five

years old.

Being more than twice

as smart

is not enough reward

for being less than

half as young.

Back then it was simpler.

I did what I did

for as long as it took

to do it.

Now, knowing more

about what I need to know,

I do what I can

and hope it’s enough.

God!  If they knew

I was sitting at my desk

writing poems

would I ever be able

to convinced them that

I’m only trying

to face fifty firmly?

John A. Bayerl, June 11, 1987

It kind of describes pretty well what it's like doing what I'm doing now as I try to satisfy the description for the job nobody wants.  Good night love.