Bill McNulty

Dark to light and tell me what you are able to see.

With closed eyes, you never see the world’s beauty.

Open your eyes to see the morning’s sunrise

Many will close their eyes for sad goodbyes.

For some they need the light to be ever so bright

Others will always need assistance to see the light

At times, night can be lit up by just a tiny spark

Creating a clear path leading one out of the dark.

Too many may reside in the dark just filled with dread

When you can, offer a light to journey the road ahead

For some, looking for that rainbow and pot of gold

Is a lifelong journey with wild dreams easily sold.

And if you find your dreams of that treasure

What will be your first steps of rich pleasure

A $2.00 lottery ticket and maybe you can score

Always be careful of dreaming for a little more.

Some dreams of treasure have you swimming upstream

Some pictures of treasure are just having a special dream.

For many there will always be treasures they hope to find.

For others, that rainbow is simply having peace of mind.

Midnight, no moon, there are graveyard tales to tell.

What do those strange noises in the night foretell

Some will claim that they can hear a ghost yell

Careful for those scary voices that cast a spell

Beware if it is coughin’ in a near coffin that you hear

Or a headless piano player no longer playing by ear.

Undertakers will call this a very grave situation

Crys for help, real, or your vivid imagination

Ghosts and goblins can always give you a good scare

It’s really spooky, you hear a scream and nothing’s there.

All these tales from the crypt are so true that I do swear

Bill, Bill, time to wake up from this storyland nightmare.

My hope, the life we lead would make our Dad proud

Deeds we do, verses we write stand out in the crowd

Consider the name we take and the names we give

Our daily actions are a reflection of the life we live

Life teaches a good name only takes you so far

Life also says step up and show who you are

Sometimes wondering what in our history we find

Wondering what in our name will be left behind

Done in your name can bring you fame or shame

Dad’s words with me, Keep your head in the game

The baseball game starts as the ump yells Play Ball

Pitch after pitch, teams may await the ump’s call

You can hear that fastball hit the catcher’s mitt

Crack of the bat and the batter with a two-base hit

Dad’s coaching voice in my ear, many a yesterday

Announcer’s radio voice calling game play by play

Favorite player and the fans cheer for by a nickname

7^th inning, the crowd sings Take me out to the ball game

Still the fan excitement when the ball game begins.

Better yet, the fan applause when your team wins

Debate, that should be the only route to take.

Agree or disagree, that’s your choice to make

Speak up and let us hear what you must share.

Passion in your voice and we will know you care.

Ideas, opinions, facts, may help us all understand

Maybe, just maybe, our own platform will expand

May there always be options for all to really explore.

If worthy and wise, words you should  never ignore

Silence is a voice that can never be heard.

Speak up and you may have the last word.