Sometimes, when I feel melancholy, I write a poem about something that gets my attention in life, whether a news event, politics or whatever. Today, I have turned my attention to something many of us have come realize that we have taken for granted in life. It makes me wonder what is the next thing that may disappear from our lives. So, on this day of Thanksgiving, look around you and appreciate your family, friends, food, fat bank account, latest toy, or other worldly things. You never know. Sometimes, the most insignificant thing today may not be there tomorrow!


Ode To A Twinkie

When oft I feel I am ignored
And never got attention

I only look upon a shelf
And see a lonely Twinkie

The treat has been there all
My life and always took for granted

But now its gone and suddenly
It has become so dear

That folks are searching high
And low when it was always near

The Twinkie is a friend indeed
When no one else is there

The Ding Dongs and the Ho Hos
His buddies til the end

They were a part of all our lives
So much we didn't know

That there would come a day
When they would all be gone

What will we do when all
Remains but memories

When oft I feel I am
Ignored. I realize

I ode it to a Twinkie