THE SONG OF LIFE: By Polly Guerin

The violin sings tales of sadness                                                                                                                Of forgotten dreams and gladness

The piano strikes up a different tune                                                                                                            A giddy pizzicato fills the room

Together they play the lyric life                                                                                                              Young and foolish and strife

Life is a dualistic serenade                                                                                                                      Memories linger do not fade

But there is joy, pick up the beat                                                                                                                Be resolute do not admit defeat

Life is short, ends too soon                                                                                                                            Sing and play a happy tune

Contribute to the song of life                                                                                                                        Tender words and sound advice

Dream the dream you were born to live                                                                                            Banish sad memories and forgive

From deep in your heart open up                                                                                                   Accepting unfolding joy is the rub

Listen more patiently, and wait                                                                                                                    For answers coming at any rate

Bringing resolution on a new note                                                                                                            Play out the melody you wrote

Surrender to what now is asked                                                                                                                    Sing the Song of Life and be glad.

                                

DEAR JOHN LETTERS (c) By Polly Guerin

Every other day I receive a Dear John letter

And things don’t seem to be getting any better

It’s not the kind of letter you have in mind

In short it’s worse, it’s really a crime

You see, I’ve been rejected again and again
So how in the world should I find time to defend?

My Novel, it’s bound to touch somebody’s heart
So why do I complain from the start?

Cause this is the 20th Dear John I have received
How did my story angle get rejected, I grieve

Could my heroine have been more mysterious?
My hero so in love that he’s delirious?

Just what do these editors want anyway?
When my book gets published they’ll rue the day

They passed my novel up without recourse
Perhaps self-publishing is the course

To take, at least for now before I break
Let me see my novel in print for goodness sake

I’ve enough Dear Johns to plaster the walls
My vim and vigor has been untimely stalled.