He was standing by the shredder
A confused look on his face.
He never uses the equipment
And looked entirely out of place.
I took the paper from my boss
And fed it into the machine.
My boss is usually quiet nice
But then at times he’s downright mean.
You can imagine my concern
That he might be a little mad
When he said, “Just [...]
Entries from June 2007 ↓
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The Copy Machine
June 20th, 2007 — Poems for Grownups
The Live Passenger
June 15th, 2007 — Poems for Grownups
I had a question for the cabbie
So I tapped him on the shoulder.
He screamed as he ran off the road
And hit a landscape boulder.
As we crawled out of the wreckage,
I could see that he was shaking.
I guessed I’d really scared him,
I could tell he wasn’t faking.
“You must have thought I was a mugger.”
He said, “No [...]
Heavenly Dance
June 12th, 2007 — Church Humor
She asked that I come visit
As she hadn’t long to live.
She said she loved our little church.
She had some things she’d like to give.
She talked of doing a heavenly dance
With her departed husband Fred.
She knew that he would wait for her
These long ten years that he’d been dead.
She said, “That dress I want to wear
I’ve [...]
On Turning One Hundred
June 8th, 2007 — Growing Older, Quickies
When I was young my father said,
“Always respect your elders, Son.”
It’s difficult because of late,
I have a hard time finding one!
My Reflection
June 5th, 2007 — Growing Older
I looked into a mirror
And saw my mother there
The wrinkles by my eyes
And the way I comb my hair.
“Dear God above,” I thought,
Have I really become her?
The way I treat my kids,
The lifestyle I prefer?”
I told my youngest sister,
“We share with one another.”
“Be glad,” she said, “’cause soon,
You’ll be seeing our Grandmother!”

Wayne Edwards is a native Texan, graduate of Texas A&M University, and retired Air Force officer. He lives, with his wife Ruth, on a fish farm in Texas, in an underground house he built himself. Wayne can be reached via e-mail at 