Odds stacked against us
With each pull of the lever
A gamblers dream
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Odds stacked against us
With each pull of the lever
A gamblers dream
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Shake, rattle and roll
A song or a way of life
What’s the difference
In either case fun is fun
Why not make this our motto
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Adults are children
On each first day of April
Day of foolishness
Let the fun and games begin
How great to be kids again
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Gravity defied
As silver birds reach the skies
Takeoffs and landings
If man’s truly meant to fly
He would sprout feathers and wings
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A life spent looking
How will we know when we’re there
I’m really not sure
We can’t see our destiny
I guess that’s part of the fun
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Masked ghosts and goblins
Dashing madly, house to house
Time for trick or treat
Who doesn’t like Halloween
When chocolate is the prize
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
It comes not in a jar,
Can not be boxed, placed in a sack.
There is no recipe,
No cookbook, no formula to concoct.
There is no raffle,
No lottery, no auction to crave.
It’s no magic potion,
No spell, no wand you can wave.
Very often there’s pain
It slashes, it slices right down to the bone.
Frequently it’s blind,
It’s crippled, it’s stunted as others have shone.
But more often than not it results in true bliss,
It’s passion, it’s love that is tops on the list.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sky clears, brilliant blue
No more violent storms loom
It’s raining sunshine
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Some say it is a window into the soul,
But me…well, I don’t know
I run, I jump, I laugh and cajole
As though I’m putting on a show.
The youth in me knows not this bodies age,
Ignoring the aches and the pains.
Like a Mad Hatter on the Phantoms stage,
Tossing aside my horses reins.
Playing in the grass, flying kites high in the sky,
Living for just having fun.
Juvenile maybe, lets just say that I try,
Hoping for much longer from where I’d begun.
This is how I choose to live a fairytale life,
One of fullness, prosperity and joy.
Living without the stress and the mind numbing strife,
That so many chose to employ.
Then a look in the mirror reveals an inevitable truth,
That no one can run from their age.
Bags and wrinkles are not things of one’s youth,
As each year turns the next page.
In my minds eye I’m still the same person I was
O’ those many years gone by.
Only the blind would be ignorant of the cause,
No matter how hard they may try.
So the moral to this story is one I believe
To live in happiness and in peace.
Keep the child in your heart, never to cleave,
And your elation will surely increase.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Gone
My Youth
My Freedom
The adventure
Giving way to a cautious existence
~
The price we pay for our maturation
If we let it
Restricting
Joyless
Dead
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Fight
Rise up
Remember
Your days gone by
While breathing it is not too late to live
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~