Time Steals Everything

By Steve Wachtel

This book contains poetry penned from observations of his outer and inner worlds.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 20, 2020
• ISBN: 9781796089202

Steve Wachtel

Steve Wachtel has been writing since 1976. He has extensive experience volunteering with children both as big brother and teaching them to love reading. When not writing children's books he enjoys writing poetry.

Book preview

COMIC RELIEF

My wife had Thanksgiving with a turkey…

Me! I shouldn’t say such things?

But really, if I cannot laugh at me,

If i cannot see the humor in this thing,

Then life would be boring! Seriously,

I have said before that without humor,

Life is a poor joke! We become undertakers,

Grim and rigid! Really, we can do more

To cheer the world! We can be wonder workers,

Or maybe that is just a rumor?

No, but it will take planting our dreams,

In fertile soil, cheering each other on,

Watering our gardens with streams

Of joyful tears, until despond is gone,

Replaced by a shared laughter marathon!

NANNIES

You can see them most any day-

Island nannies pushing strollers

Along Amsterdam Avenue, with fair faced

Children. They chat, push, chat… their goal

To pass the time, to share in surrogate mothering,

Coming to rest on the old wooden seats

By the University. They chat about, among other things,

Their own families, the children, their dreams… then repeat

Stories heard before yet somehow novel. Accents sing

To the open air, laughter floating to the eavesdropping sky,

As they hug, kiss and coo like a dove,

To the smiling, crying, sleeping children. To my eye,

A gentle caring, rising from their nurturing love.

FOR BONCHAT

I still miss you, 12 years after

You left me, cancer cursed.

I in my perpetual mourning,

Forsaking mirth and laughter,

Jolly good fellow reversed.

Blackest mood, adorning

My every sleeping and waking

Moment… I even dreamed(?)

Seeing your ghostly form

Curled upon me, then forsaking

Me to wander away, while I screamed

Your name, like a child forlorn…

I debated with a Rabbi