Scribbles

Eddie's Scribbles

  Copyright 2016 Eddie Lafrenaye

  ISBN: 9781370696246 Title: Scribbles

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  Forward

  These random thoughts, often scribbled on the corners of pages during meetings or via email ramblings, are my own. Some are old, some are new, and none have been published before. Undoubtedly, these are not professional structured verse. I hope you find them amusing and possibly even thought provoking.

  Contents

  Forward

  Years Go By

  The Hill

  Cromes

  Why

  Just a Temp

  Better or Worse

  Worker Whore

  People Outside Sit

  Snakebite Venom Bitch

  Mr. Christmas Toad

  Not Christmas

  About the Author

  Years Go By

  Early Years

  No Fears

  Time Slow

  Age Grow

  College Done

  Meet Someone

  Ride Horse

  Pleasure Source

  Scared Commit

  Finally Submit

  Love Wife

  Love Life

  New House

  Income Mouse

  Dog One

  Daughter Son

  Later Years

  Joyful Tears

  Dog Two

  Extra Woof

  Daughter Schools

  Learns Rules

  Boy Schools

  Learns Tools

  Time Speeds

  Family Needs

  Dancing Reading

  Academic Leading

  Dirt Bikes

  Mountain Hikes

  Camping Fishing

  Star Wishing

  Activities Sports

  Shirts Shorts

  Dance Bands

  Helping Hands

  Family Lost

  Life’s Cost

  Children Sprout

  Outgrown Out

  Survive Fights

  Love Unites

  Pets Die

  Passing By

  Market Up

  Never Enough

  Market Down

  Same Town

  Daughter Grown

  On Own

  Son Ready

  Reliable Steady

  Aging Aging

  Always Changing

  Friends Come

  Lose Some

  Aches Pains

  Love Remains

  Time Persistent

  Youth Distant

  Two Alone

  Stay Home

  Old Comes

  Leaves Young

  The Hill

  A long time ago on a hill far away

  Lived a man that strived to enjoy every day

  Each day was a gift of joy

  To be spent with his wife, his girl and his boy

  The children lived and grew big and strong

  The world was their playground each day a song

  They climbed trees and ran from bees

  And slid down the hill when the snow was at their knees

  Time passed as it always will

  The girl and the boy moved away from the hill

  The old man and the old woman chose to stay

  And smile and laugh of days gone away

  Cromes

  Cromes cromes balding domes

  Crusty old men complain about their homes

  They bitch about kids, wives, and jobs

  They badmouth neatness freaks and slobs

  They eyeball young women with perverse intent

  Each one to the young just a gross malcontent

  No topic escapes their complaints

  They continue demeaning without self-restraints

  Why

  Your beautiful green eyes, how they used to shine.

  Now your eyes are spider webs of red lines.

  They show the pollution of drugs and wine.

  There was a time when your parents were so proud.

  At games of skill and sport they shouted your name aloud.

  Now your parents are broken hearted and ashamed.

  They feel your sins and assume the blame.

  Your family and friends silently cry.

  And ask themselves.

  Why?

  Why?

  Why?

  Just a Temp

  I’m just a temp. Yes, I’m only a temp.

  And I make just enough to pay the rent.

  I work hard all day, so I can get paid.

  I need money for my honey so I can get laid.

  The regular employees, well they screwed up

  And I’m here with a crew just to clean it up.

  I’ve got no insurance to cover my ass

  So I better not step on some broken glass