Robert Bartlett Poems

When the road ahead
Seems dark and dreary,
That's when our faith kicks in.
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Donna, my dear, it should be quite clear
To anyone who has watched you trot
An inchworm you, indeed are not.
For despite your sensitivity,
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The following poem was written in December 1978 as a letter accompanying a Christmas gift of a gold bracelet to my wife.
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Christmas 1978
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Oh, deck the halls with boughs of holly,
For tis the season to be jolly.
Alas, this season my spouse did reason
That a hot toddy
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Dear Vivian: 'With this ring I thee wed! '
Recall those words, sincerely said?
Since that day, ten years have passed
And the tides of time have gently lashed
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Oh my wife is always talking
About a little ring.
She never tires of squawking
About the filthy thing.
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The air is humid; the sky is gray.
Nothing seems right - what a dismal day.
My disposition is heavy like the sky overhead;
How often I've wished that I'd stayed in bed.
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Fifty years a priest you've been,
Fifty years of forgiving sin.
Sacred love propels your life,
While overcoming neglect and strife.
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Some would have the whole world wed,
Others would view that thought with dread.
It seems in fact that some will wed,
While others will wait, and wait and see,
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