Inspiration · 29 September 2000
If to be inspired
I must suffer pain and grief
Writing nevermore a poem
Would be a great relief
If a broken heart and sadness
Turns my mind to verse
No more poems from my heart
Would be a welcome curse.
But poems also come from passion
From feelings deep and strong
To turn my heart away from these
Would surely do me wrong.
And though I may suffer broken hearts
And pains more than a few
I’ll know true joy and happiness
Deep love and passion too.
© 2000 Michael T. Miyoshi
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From Musings of a Mediocre Man published September 2000.
To a Football Coach's Wife · 28 September 2000
To the wife I love dearly
Whom I’ve not held so nearly
At least not like it used to be
Since football began
We’ve not walked hand-in-hand
To the park or any locality
But it’s all temporary
My love has lessened nary
A bit, an iota; not at all
So please bear with me dear
You know I’ll always be here
Just sooner at the end of football
Until then please know
That I still love you so
You can be mad, you have every reason
But soon home I’ll arrive
Around a quarter to five
Everyday until next coaching season
© 2000 Michael T. Miyoshi
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From Musings of a Mediocre Man published September 2000.
Where Have All the Parents Gone? · 26 September 2000
Where have all the parents gone?
We’re out here on the streets
Begging dimes and nickels
Like we ain’t got ought to eat.
We’re out here with our leather on
Our hair – some fancy ‘doo.
Long or short or none at all
And many colors too.
We all say we’re rebels.
But we really got no cause.
We’re just out here wandering
Seeing who will give us pause.
Where have all the parents gone?
Can’t you see or don’t you dare?
We just need some love and guidance
We need someone to care.
We need someone to teach us
What is right and wrong.
We need someone to show us
How to sing our song.
We need someone to teach us
Besides the man on the street.
The one who looks us over
And treats us just like meat.
But to him we’re something special.
He gives us what we need.
He gives us some attention.
He plants a little seed.
He gives us what we want and more
He takes us from this hell.
But then we’re back and need some more
Some more of what he sells.
Where have all the parents gone?
I did so well in school.
But it doesn’t really matter
I’m just as well a fool.
I did real well in sports this year
And I even got an A.
But no one’s home to shout for joy
No one gives a big Hooray!
I flunked out of school this term
Friends said that’s OK.
At home nobody hollered
They had nothing to say.
Where have all the parents gone?
They’re out there making money
So that we’ll have the good life
Now ain’t that kinda funny.
We don’t need another car
No we don’t need another.
What we need is a Mom and Dad
A father and a mother.
We need someone to say I care
To listen to what we say.
We need someone to hug us
To say that we’re OK.
Where have all the parents gone?
When will our house become a home?
Will someone help us to grow up?
Or will we do it all alone?
© 2000 Michael T. Miyoshi
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