Happy 2024

 **Happy New Year To You**

Happy New Year to all those who

stand tall and speak their Minds

Happy New Year to those of all Kinds

Happy New Year to the Red, White and Blue

Happy New Year to You

Happy New Year to all those who keep us safe

Happy New Year to the easy waters

of the big Blue Lake

Happy New Year to our Service

Men and Women in harms way

Thanks for all you Do

Happy New Year to you. What more can I say

Happy New Year to You All

Happy New New Year to our

enemies here and off land

Happy New Year to the Beaches and the Sand

Happy New Year to David, Betty, Paul, and Sue

Happy New Year to me, Happy New Year to You

Happy New Year to the Butterfly that flies

Happy New Year to the liar who lies

Happy New Year to the Blue Birds flying South

Happy New Year to the old man

laying around on the couch

Happy New Year to the Next New Year

Let’s hope it is a Year without any fear

Happy New Year to all the Eskimos living in igloos

Happy New Year to all of you.

**Written By George Wilder Jr.**

2024

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO US ALL

 *MERRY CHRISTMAS TO US ALL*

Merry Christmas to the man

who has lost his home

Merry Christmas to woman

who spends her nights alone

Merry Christmas to the missiles that will always fall

Merry Christmas to us all

Merry Christmas to those who

would rather give than receive

Merry Christmas to you regardless

if whether you believe

Merry Christmas to giving,

no matter how small

Merry Christmas to us all

Merry Christmas to every

woman, man, boy, and girl

Merry Christmas to those all around the world

Merry Christmas to the land and sea

Merry Christmas to you and me

And Merry Christmas to snow and the pelting that continues to fall

Merry Christmas to us all

Merry Christmas to our false

friends who despise us

Merry Christmas to those

who still ride the bus

Merry Christmas to the people who still must crawl

Merry Christmas to us all

WRITTEN BY * George Wilder Jr.**

The New Death Row

  *The New Death Row*

Dying in senseless wars is evil, mean, and senseless Death Row
The dying is fast and the dying can be truly officially slow
The innocent look towards the skies as the bombs continues to fall
Men, women, boys, and girls run, some of them must crawl

Death Row is cruel, Death Row is hateful, death row is mean
Take off the blinders, this is suppose to be devoured and seen
Big weapons in the hands of children who won’t see their next birthday
Death Row is presented by those who what mountains of disarray

Dying and bloodshed has become a common occurrence and theme
Death Row is brutal, Death Row is savage, it makes you want to scream
We all are on Death Row, it’s a matter of time and just a waiting game
Nothing is different, nothing has change, it appears to all be the same

Stop the war, stopping Death Row is falling on ears of those who refuse to hear
Flying drone drops a bomb on the homes of families living in fear
War is wrong, to ignore people dying is wrong, right a huge wrong
All people and Americans around the world will sing a new fight song

*GEORGE WILDER JR.*

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Growing Old

 I always tell young people each time that I can, do not feel too sorry for older Americans. We will not die soon. And if some of them are lucky to get as old as some of us are, they will have some of the same problems involved in growing old and to prepare for it. For example, the aches and pains will come, maybe diabetes or cancer or both, hip replacements, false teeth, eye glasses, cataracts, diabetic retinopathy, fatigue, blindness, more make-up, wheelchairs, stroke, and constant doctor visits. But this does not have to happen because we can all be 100% healthy at any age.     

ANNETTE

 *Annette”

Her poetry is like a walk out into the sunshine
She once put her hand with mine
Her smile reminded me of a silly red rose
As Annette’s writings are the best of prose
She once called me the writer, I will call her the
Poet. As I remember and know it.

Annette smile once filled up any room
She was there when we felt the gloom
Her poetry belongs to the world and all of it’s glory
I’m just glad I had known her to tell this story

Annette’s beauty has always been a treasure
Her writing talents is tall and that’s in any measure
I’m beaming to once have grown with her
I’m equally proud to have once known her

Annette, thanks for your kind words.

Gone

 

Conversation

 

Alright

 

THIS IS THE ONE

 

Hope

 HOPE

Sitting on top of the snow-capped mountains

Staring down into the deep blue sea

Soon to be standing near a disjointed fountain

And staring up and back at me.

Her eyes were like the blue of the night

The years have taken away her youth

She has no more use for the fight

The crowds no longer root

Her mind and her soul remains bright

Her beauty only shines from within

Life has knocked us both down onto our sore knees

The mountain top is where I have been

This backward life has her begging please

I may have to write this again and win

Could it be true, if I could only tell

Could the world be sinking into a swamp of sin

My critics can burn in hell and then go ring some bell

 

 

 

 

 

The George