by Tom Mueller The kids had decided – Colorado the choice They’d hoped for this move, to that they gave voice To parents at home this decision seemed rash An ill-planned trip could burn through their cash Or worse, result in dashed dreams and defeat High expectations left dashed on the street Mother’s voice echoed
by Tom Mueller I first met Jim in a telephone call His voice was distant, I was small He called his Sis by phone every year From a land down under and far from here He lived in the Outback, hours from Perth A mining man he, prospecting the earth He searched for gold, as
by Tom Mueller What is is about the kids in our care That gives men a reason to want to be near They're loud and demanding and care not a wit But to play and to horse and to give us a fit! Yet something inside beckons me near A deep feeling I love -
by Tom Mueller A strange wind blows around me these days A scent of changed is mixed with the haze This no surprise - BP is regrouping Yet something lurks deeper, my spirit is drooping Pondering yes, this often I do Examining thoughts like snakes in a zoo They slither around, aimless at times, Til
by Tom Mueller Add to the list of timeless ends A weekend passed with family and friends This one, too, stole by so fast But memories remain As the shadows they pass A Friday night, alone with the Boy A casual meal Of Kung Pao and soy The day's climax An epic test The permit
All the things I thought would be By Tom Mueller All the things I thought would be In this life I just don't see Like shadows shifting in the night They dance and taunt my drifting mind The path not taken, decisions long made Haunt my thoughts in night and day Decisions not wrong, regret
by Tom Mueller I wake at night, a panic I flee Some stray thought has frightened me My brain is thinking and filing the day I’m asleep, yet part of the fray My heart starts pounding, my skin grows wet It’s something unseen my mind can’t vet I’m falling, I’m losing, I’m running behind Mostly
by Tom Mueller I lay on death’s bed Life force ebbing this eve I wonder of life And the value I leave The watchers are near Sensed more than seen Malevolent – not But neither at ease Gordon described them As he neared his death Shadowy figures Above and ahead So what