GROWING OLD |
|
Though not as spry as I used
to be |
that really doesn’t bother
me |
As it’s no longer required
of me |
|
Arthritis, Asthma and High
blood pressure, just to name
a few |
Are some of the aging
ailments |
that are changing my point
of view |
Since it happens to most |
though not all of us |
We really can’t question why |
as we know that regardless |
Of who we are or should know |
we are born to die |
Since acceptance is the key |
to peace after all is told |
It won’t matter much if |
we mind a bit if we accept |
The fact that we will grow
old. |
Trudy [Tinneny] Gallagher |
|
CHANGING LANGUAGE |
|
Since I was a child, there’s
been quite a change |
in many ways in our language
range |
To be happy and mirthful
meant you were gay |
a shameful existence is it’s
meaning today |
|
At one time, aids meant to
help or assist |
now aids is a plague we want
to resist |
Once a cut up was a joke
employer |
now it’s a reputation
destroyer |
|
The use of than for that we
hear every day |
and “you know” and “like”
are in words of the
day |
Di int and wou int for
didn’t and woudn’t |
display a lazy tongue |
But it doesn’t matter, so
what, who cares |
is the attitude of the young |
|
Ignore the plural they seem
to say |
as they drop the S that gets
in their way |
Ten cent is how they ask for
a dime |
correct punctuation equals a
crime |
|
Four letter words which are
unfit to print |
roll off tongues like coins
from the mint |
I could sure cite more
examoles of that I’m sure |
so let’s hope for our
language we soon find a cure |
|
Good money is paid for a
good education |
It’s really an insult to a
teacher’s dedication |
Change comes with time, it’s
a fact we expect |
but language changes
deserves more respect. |
Trudy (Tinneny) Gallagher |
|
THE NINETIES |
|
The nineties are here
bringing the fear |
that many had thought the
eighties |
if this decade continued on
its immoral way |
the end in sight would be
Hades |
|
It started with killings,
holdups and rape |
and continues each month
like a never ending tape |
knives and guns, fire and
cars |
are the culprits used in
these deeds |
crimes of all kinds with
drugs at their source |
to get money to care for
their needs |
|
With no thought for the
innocent lives that they
take |
or how very unhappy others
they make |
with their distorted minds
they keep on killing |
and to show remorse they are
really unwilling |
|
Something has to be done,
what will it be |
before the victims are you
and me |
only nine years are left for
their ways to mend |
before Hades becomes the
predicted end. |
Trudy (Tinneny) Gallagher
November 1990 |
|
THE WAITING GAME |
|
Though Aids is the curse of
the eighties |
there’s another claim to its
fame |
This other claim of the
eighties |
is that of the waiting game |
|
Express lines mean nothing
at all |
we have to wait just the
same |
The waiting game can’t
really be won |
and one game that isn’t ever
fun |
|
Doctor’s office and
supermart |
banks and buses although
worlds apart |
Seem to operate the very
same |
that’s to make us play the
waiting game |
|
In department stores no help
is seen |
until it’s time to leave the
scene |
Even then the cashiers make
you wait |
the waiting game seems just
our fate |
|
Ulcers I’m sure are more
prevalent |
because your anger you find
hard to vent |
Since all are going through
the same |
the agony of the waiting
game |
|
What the nineties will bring
is another thing |
let’s hope it’s not more of
the same |
And it’s not aids I’m
thinking about |
but that frustrating waiting
game. |
Trudy (Tinneny) Gallagher
February 1989 |
|
THE AGE OF AIDS |
|
The eighties is the age of
Aids |
a plague with no regards for
age |
Innocent or guilty it
matters not |
when this disease strikes |
Both share the same lot |
|
The gays suffer because of
their acts |
not so with poor
hemophiliacs |
Who need transfusions to
keep on living |
but not the blood some
donors are giving |
|
Bisexuals infect their wives |
who in turn infect their
babies |
With this insidious disease |
which is worse by far than
rabies |
Since rabies can be cured if
caught on time |
but contact aids and death’s
the bottom line |
|
The druggies too must have
their fix |
but dirty needles and good
health don’t mix |
In the time it takes to let
out a sigh |
they infect themselves and
will surely die |
|
Aids has spread to the
straight community |
and who knows how long it’s
going to be |
To find a cure to protect
you and me |
the answer to this it seems
to me |
Is the resurgence of the
virtue of chastity. |
Trudy Tinneny Gallagher 1989 |