Mozart If God in His wisdom balances fate Your pain was essential, I guess For no one who ever lived on this earth Could claim the gifts you possessed He balanced your stature with heart & mind’s size He balanced your wisdom and wit With whatever you lacked in poise and control And the world made the least of it ‘Till after you left us, well under the cloud Of those who could not understand Was all of the cruelty thrust upon you Worth all of the skills for you planned? Posterity says you belong to this world With each sweet note from your pen And if God is balancing still, what will we Have to pay for the privilege, friend Of hearing your music again and again?. |
Belda The stalker now awaits her prey with patience and with skill Creeping ever slowly and then pouncing for the ‘kill’ She shows that toy who’s boss, who makes the rules and what to do And, by the way, she shows me who is boss around here too She prances like a dancer to her own special gavotte And no one sleeps better than she, but she practices a lot In positions a contortionist could only marvel at She is so unpredictable, but that’s ‘cause she’s a cat She’ll cuddle if she’s very sure you know the idea was hers Then curls up in a furry ball and purrs and purrs and purrs And the sound and feel of a purring cat on your lap cannot be matched No better sign of love and trust has ever been dispatched A strong commitment to her place upon my lap she’ll prove For nothing less than an offer of a snack could make her move But then, she’d do most anything for a fresh tidbit to eat I hobby, I might add, to which no other can compete She always wants the chair I’m in; often snubs the bill of fare Ignores me when I call, but clings when I must go somewhere Yet I would not trade all her charms for anything on earth For what cannot be measured is the those called “cats” are worth!. |
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