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#285 -- I'll Write My Song
#301 -- More to Life
#275 -- Excuse



#285, I'll Write My Song

Oh, yes, one day I’ll write my song.
I’m sure that day will come along,
And when I find the time to write,
I’ll never use a word that’s trite.

I’ll sing of wond’rous nights in June
Made bright by summer’s smiling moon.
I’ll sing of how the wind and trees
Compose their lovely melodies.

I’ll sing of how my heartbeat skips,
Just thinking of your rosy lips,
Your dainty hands, your silken hair,
The lovely, loving, love we share.

Oh, yes, one day I’ll write my song.
I’m sure that day will come along,
And when I find the time to write,
I’ll never use a word that’s trite.

(c) 2009 Estate of Hal Wingard; March 24, 2000. Words completed March 23, 2000, on flights from San Jose to San Diego via Los Angeles.

#301, More to Life

We've been together ev'ry day,
Long years as man and wife.
But now I'm feeling moved to say
There must be more to life.

Yes, you love me and I love you.
We always have good sex.
We both enjoy the work we do,
Respect our intellects.

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We socialize exuding charm,
Spend time with special friends.
We view injustice with alarm,
Donate 'til hunger ends.

Yet I have let my lawyer know
There must be something more.
For me the only way to go:
Divorce and out the door!

(c) 2009 Estate of Hal Wingard; July 18, 2002
Words written July 13, 2002, at home, after reading a dear friend's e-mail announcement that she and her husband were divorcing. The husband "said he wanted 'more' in his life and felt I couldn't provide it."

#275, Excuse

The life of love is always short,
In constant ebb and flow.
It cycles with the season change
As summers come and go.

So I will shed no tear of pain
Each time love slips away.
I know that love will come again
And yet will never stay.

I’ve been in love and out again,
Then been in love anew.
So you will understand that now
I’m out of love with you.

The life of love is always short,
In constant ebb and flow.
It cycles with the season change
As summers come and go.

(c) 2009 Estate of Hal Wingard; July 15, 1999; Words begun July 13, 1999, on flight from San Francisco to San Diego, completed at home next day.

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Hal Wingard died May 25, 2009 at age 83 in San Diego. He was an educator who specialized in methodologies for foreign language teaching and had served on the California State Curriculum Commission. His wife, Eileen, a retired symphony violinist and occasional contributor to San Diego Jewish World, survives him, along with three daughters and a son.