Every once in a while we like to feature a post by a colleague or friend. George Weir was a dear friend who wrote poetry for much of is life, and especially after his wife Hazel passed away. He often reflected on his time served in WWII, as well as, his career in the moving business. Enjoy.

The Single Life: Doing Things For Each Other

The only rules are the rules you make for yourselves.

Rule:  Don’t ever use the word “SHOULD” as in…YOU shudda…!

(Just between we two)

She sews his socks, he cleans her walks,

She has a key and so does he,

She is the cook, and he partakes,

There are no rules a friendship makes!

Both self-sufficient that is true,

But when alone you can get “BLUE.”

They socialize and do have fun,

Expending efforts for each one.

Their situations caused by spouse,

Who used to be around the house.

They view the past with lots of sorrow,

They want a life to live tomorrow.

Don’t think too much! But just enjoy,

They are great friends though girl and boy,

His life the “pits” before they met,

To fill HIS home she bought a pet.

His college days once but a dream,

His eyes now have a certain gleam.

THIS ODES IN FUN; don’t take it serious!

Otherwise you’ll go delirious!

HE SAYS TO HER, “LIFE CAN BE STRANGE!

DON’T DWELL A PAST YOU CANNOT CHANGE!”

George Weir circa: 1955