No Doubt Someone Was Very Busy
The shopping cart was in a parking space,
And not the store’s close-by cart storage place,
Though every other cart had been put in it,
But that would take an extra half a minute.
Disregarded
Dumb things we did back in our lives,
Are mostly best left in archives.
Confronting
At times regardless of our age
We’re forced to suffer major woe
To realize that there’s a page
We have to turn, so joy can flow.
Nonetheless
Some people are quite fabulously rich.
Some smile so much it seems like joy’s their niche.
A number are attractive as can be.
More have been blessed with popularity.
There’s also those successful from the start
With others just amazingly book smart.
Then certain folks seem confident and sure,
But nonetheless we’re all part insecure.
Russel Winick started writing poetry after ending a long legal career. He resides in Naperville, Illinois.
Russel, when I saw the first title, before I saw your name, I guessed this was yours. . Then, I read the title to Paul and asked him to guess, and he also got it on his first guess! We get a real kick out of the pithy wisdom of your poems, and the way they express it with good humor.
Thanks Cynthia — I guess I have a reputation! And boy — did Evan find a perfect photo for that poem!
Russel, I look for carts parked on the way to get my groceries every day. The archives are the place to leave the messes that I did conceive. We do have to turn the page or get smacked in our cartilage. Switching from “certain folks” to “we’re all part insecure is something that we must endure. The usual humor with tongue-in-cheek wisdom.
I appreciate your kind words, Sir — always!
Enjoyed all your tidbits of wisdom, Russel. Thank you.
I’m glad that you liked the poems, jd — thanks for letting me know.
Worse still, Russel, is the wayward, wind-driven cart that smacks into someone’s car! Your humorous poems are a welcome relief during the stressful holiday season!
Well Cheryl, I’m glad that they’re worth something. Thanks for your feedback!
I once believed that the ability to see through human folly was a gift, but now I realize that it is a curse. ‘Twere better to be proven wrong than to be blamed for mistakes you never made. No good society can exist without its best critics, but who is willing to bear the pain of that?
I look forward to hopefully reading a poem from you someday on that precise issue!
“No Doubt” a good citizen returns the shopping cart to an appointed place, Russel. The virtuous act must even provide a dopamine reward, such that we can attribute stray carts to extreme busyness! And when we are “Confronting” grievances and anger and victimization, it’s good to know about the page to be turned before encountering joy. “Nonetheless,” with whatever blessings we have, there is indeed insecurity, even for the human being who seems to have it all–so there’s no benefit to complaining. Your poems help keep your readers on the even track of charity for the rest of humanity.
Thank you Margaret, for your thoughtful and charitable feedback. It’s greatly appreciated!
I enjoy reading these little gems, snippets of everyday life turned into verse that “notices” the meaning in them. They also do a good job of not going too far; you give us what we need, nothing more — good legal writing, in other words.
A coincidence, perhaps? Thanks Adam, for your kind words.
The selfishness of a supermarket trolley abandoner proves that even the most trivial observation is worthy of a poem. Definitely an avenue to examine in the New Year to preserve my sanity – if I am, indeed, still sane!
As for ‘Confronting’, and a new page, you must either be psychic, Russel, or should be doing horoscopes.
And ‘Nonetheless’? Too true.
Thanks for the reads.
Thank you Paul. “Confronting” is based on a recent experience, which painfully taught me that I needed to change some things about myself, which I previously had scant awareness were causing significant problems.