There once was a time when women could cook,
and men knew how to dance
Education was by the book,
no fuzzy math or creative finance
Parents visited their own parent’s homes,
as the grandchildren came along
And life was so much better then
new words to every song
There once was a time when women could cook,
and men knew how to dance
Hearts were pure as dogs roamed free,
neighbors talked across the fence
Everyone shared those values true
family mattering most of all
Because in the end, a community of friends
—let you rise and then stand tall
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
May\'s Flowers
To meet death head on,
You need but a song
—to carry you on your way
The words needn’t matter
If the melody flatters
—to be hummed by the people who stay
To meet death head on,
You need only one song
—that your children may sing out of tune
Because the years they go fast,
Only memories last
—as May gives up her flowers to June
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)