Good-bye

Written by Clinton Gardner 1998

Good-bye.
There is no good in good-bye.
For good-bye is only the beginning...
of loneliness.
Loneliness has no end.
Today is the end of my joy.

Solitude.
There is no peace in solitude.
For solitude is only the absence...
of companionship.
Companionship is hard to find.
Today I have none.

Desire.
There is no satisfaction in desire.
For desire is only an emptiness...
in my heart.
A void I cannot fill.
Today she said good-bye.

Two Tiny Blue Socks

Written by Clinton Gardner 2008




There's always been this mys-tery
In every laundry room,
How one half of...a pair of socks
Could meet some form of doom.

There never was a sign of struggle.
No blood, no ghastly gore,
Just suddenly, one little sock,
Would cease and be no more.

The standard wisdom said 'just wait'...
One day it will show up,
Its probably underneath a bed,
Hauled off by Rover's Pup.

But as time passed, the problem grew,
More socks would turn up missing,
I think its time that we woke up...
And did a little listening.

Our home now has an extra set,
Of tiny little feet,
And easier, this tragic fate,
Twill be for them to meet.

For now, a sock that once was big,
Is now so very small;
So I'm afraid, that once they're gone,
They'll not be found at all.



Think of all the tears ahead,
When a frog sock goes away,
And the frog sock mate, forever now...
Alone, shall have to lay.

The Dragon socks, or the Dolphin socks,
Could also share this fate...
Then spend their life in the 'lost sock bin',
Longing for their mate.

A larger sock might stand a chance,
Of one day being found,
But these poor tiny mini-socks,
Are gone, without a sound.

They leave behind a lonesome mate,
And five cold tiny toes,
And where they went's a mystery
That no one seems to know.



The Shark socks met a watery grave,
Deep beneath the sea,
And the Dragon socks that had a dream...
It's dream, shall never be.

The tiny Cat and Doggie socks...
Were lost in a high-speed chase,
And the Pirate sock will drift at sea...
Its now without a face.

Someone needs to solve the mystery,
Before it is too late,
For all the future lonely socks
That face this same dark fate.

Who will rise to stop the slaughter
Of these tiny little socks,
Whose countless victims stand inside
Yon' laundry door, and knock.

Crying: "Save us from our lonely fate,
Don't let us each be lost,
Imagine what our totaled loss,
In dollars, it would cost".

Like an engineer whose lost his job,
The only life he knew,
These little socks, without their mates,
Have nothing left to do.

So if you see a tiny sock,
Hidden beneath the stove,
Or stuffed under a spare cushion,
Or trapped in a hidden cove.

Pick it up, and take the time,
To see that it gets home,
End its pain and suffering...
Its dismal life alone.

And all the little single socks,
Will give you a salute,
So they can get right back to work,
Inside somebody's boot.

For you will set a prisoner free...
For many future walks,
No longer sad, no longer blue,
You've saved our little socks.

"Thank-you sooo much!"

The Girl Who Lost Her Nose.

Written by Clinton Gardner

Graciela loved to read,
She would read the whole day long.
In fact, it seemed that 'in a book'...
Might be where she belonged.

Graciela, would read at home in bed,
She would read while in the car,
She would read if she was close to home,
She would read if she was far.

Graciela had a brother...Ned,
He was not the type to read.
But trouble was his middle name,
A name he'd earned 'in deed'!

Ned would often sneak around
To find someone to scare.
No one was ever really sure...
When he'd appear - or where!

One day in May, in a cozy chair,
Graciela was reading her book.
But the one thing she'd forgot to do...
Was around the room to 'look'!

And there he sat – behind the couch,
As quiet as a mouse...
Ned was ready to spring his trap,
Right there inside their house.

Graciela...was deep in thought.
She didn't have a clue...
That Ned was just about to jump,
And scream a great BIG BOO!

And so it happened while she read,
She was on page thirty-two.
When Ned jumped out and screamed not one...
But two big great BOO-BOO's!!

You'll never guess what happened next,
Well – besides the frightened scream.
It's something that you'd never guess...
It's a thing you'd never dream!

When Graciela jumped a foot,
She slammed the book in fright.
But in the book her nose had stayed...
It had disappeared from sight.

Well Ned was laughing gleefully,
So proud of what he'd done.
But he hadn't really thought ahead...
Hadn't planned that he should RUN!

Well, Graciela was about to blow...
And let her brother have it.
Then she noticed that her nose was gone...
She simply – did not have it!

Poor Ned had stopped his laughing too,
As he starred in disbelief...
At his sister who had lost her nose,
To some twisted kind of thief.

Ned just stood with his mouth wide open,
Starring at her face.
Wondering how she lost her nose...
Or was it just misplaced?!

Graciela stood there -- stunned.
Gazing at the mirror...
There must be something she could do,
Her eyes now filled with tears.

“Where's my nose?”she cried to Ned,
“Where could it possibly be?”
She looked around the living room...
But it 'twas nowhere to be seen.

Her parents looked – Her brother looked,
The Doctor, he looked too.
But no one there could find her nose...
It was gone without a clue.

When Graciela went to bed,
She opened up her book,
And found out there was still one place,
They'd all forgot to look!

But there it was – a little flat,
Her nose between the pages.
And so we found that it was true,
What we had said for ages...

That Graciela loves to read,
No matter when you look,
You'll probably find she has her nose...
Buried in a book!

And so I guess it must be true,
For now we have the proof...
Her nose is stuck in yonder book,
And that is not a spoof!