The “Ribbit” Of The Frog

The “ribbit” of the frog

Sitting on his lilypad,

He lashes out for winged morsels,

Mear bits to sustain–

He never complains.

Enough it is for him to sit

Watching day turn to night

And night to day.

Never bored,

Never desiring more,

He lives by heaven’s design.

Lazy–he is not!

Wanting for nothing

He is content.

I long to be like the frog

Taking only what I need,

Wanting nothing more,

Living by my nature…



~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


The Smell Of Baked Bread

The smell of baked bread

Like perfume of memory

Grandma at the stove

O’ how joyful was childhood

When things were much simpler

Adulthood does dull

Senses fade to the background

Turning cynical

Happiness replaced by stress

O’ how soon we do forget


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~