Wednesday, December 27, 2006
After the Holidays
I have started this blog about five times before typing this. Everything I want to say sounds boring to me, and everything I don't want to say is coming to mind at a rapid rate. The truth is I'm probably tired.The holidays have been quite enjoyable. Starting all the way back at Thanksgiving and moving through Christmas, my wife and I have had a fun filled time. Now I'm probably just a little tired from everything we have done. In fact, the picture to the left is me sitting on the sidewalk at LAX waiting for a bus to pick us up at about 1:15AM. Trust me, the only time LAX looks this relaxing is if it's one in the morning or we have had a terrorist attack.
I think things are finally settling down for me though. I'm back at my computer, I'm reading emails, blogs, news, job descriptions, etc. and I'm ready to start another year. For some reason 2007 just doesn't excite me. I think I have a problem with the way it looks: 2007. The 7 just kinda sticks out there. I don't know, who cares, it's not that big of a deal and I really don't think there's anything I can do to stop it's arrival. Oh well, onward!
Posted by Shay Thomason at 9:31 AM
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Monday, December 11, 2006
The Homeless Man
Someone asked me for some poetry and here's what I came up with."The Homeless Man"
There's a homeless man who plays guitar
I hear his songs when I fill up my car
He makes his home in a little green tent
It's over the wall, outside my apartment
Sometimes I wonder if it's just me
But is anyone jealous that he is rent free?
People feel bad and give him their cash
He has no need to dig in the trash
He talks all the time, though he doesn't talk much
Yelling at cars or at his own lunch
He's got new wagon to carry his stuff
No really, it's true, I'm not making it up
Long brown hair and a beard to match
Maybe there was a day when he was a great catch
Smoking is something he does with ease
But being kind to others just won't please
He's got a Bible that he reads real loud
But what it means I don't think he's found
What has happened to this poor soul
That he lost his home and he's out in the cold?
Maybe things will change and just get better
But until then we'll pray for good weather.
