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Thinking To Back When

Thinking To Back When
By Don Ray Williams
March 29, 2011

Do you ever spend any time, thinking to back when?
When you were younger, more energetic, healthier and then,


Something jolts you to the present, and what you find today,
Is one that’s older, more lethargic, somewhat infirm and grey.


What happened to all those years, that were between then and now?
Where did they go? How did they slip by so fast? Really I ask you, HOW?


Some say if I’d done this or I’d done that, I know things would be better.
For me, I say live for today and don’t be a regretter.


Hindsight is 20/20, I have often heard it said,
So put off worrying about the past until the day after you’re dead.


I spend very little time, thinking to back then,
I think only of the future, and when asked about activities, I just say “When”?

Creeping Crud

By Don Ray Williams
January 8, 2011

Is there anything worse than the creeping crud?
Your nose is stopped up, really plugged,
Your eyes are tearing and your throat is sore,
You cough until you can’t cough no more.

You go to the doctor, and load up on meds,
You feel like crap, so you stay in bed.
You keep spitting up green globs of goop,
Your almost afraid to check your poop.

Your head aches from coughing so much.
And your body aches and can’t be touched.
You close your eyes, but you just can’t sleep.
You feel lousy and need relief.

One day becomes two, then three, then four
You hope this can’t go on much more,
Maybe tomorrow will be the day,
When you’ll wake up and say,

The crud is gone. My nose is clear.
My throat is fine and I can hear,
No more tears from my eyes run,
I guess this poem is finally done.

Christmas Observation

I was in El Rey yesterday and there was Christmas Carol music playing. That always reminds me of my first Christmas in Panama in 2003. I remember hearing the music and hearing some of the Christmas Carols in Spanish gave it a different perspective.

In 2003 the supermarkets had as many Christmas toys as any store in David. Now we have Arrocha and CONWAY, but they were not here then. I remember seeing the children looking with hope in their eyes that one of the items on the shelves might show up on Christmas morning.

When I returned home that evening the image of the music and the children and their hopes for Christmas and the 85 degree weather outside the super market continued running around in my mind.

Finally I sat down and wrote Santa Claus Comes To Panama.

Time Was When

Time Was When

By Don Ray Williams
December 6, 2008

I’m sure the day will come, when you’ll look back.
And wonder where the time has gone, cause you just lost track.

So many things you meant to do, were put off for another day,
And while those tasks lay waiting, the time silently slipped away.

It is always easy to say, “I really intended to …”,
But it is more difficult to just get up and to begin to DO.

Some things you should not put off, not even for a day.
Some things are tasks and some merely things you need to say.

Have you told all of your friends, what they add to each day of your life?
Have you expressed your love to sons and daughters or to your husband or your wife?

Have you given thanks for your health and the food that you have to eat?
Have your given thanks for having a roof over your head and a soft bed in which to sleep?

So many things we take for granted. So many people too.
So while it is on your mind, remember the things that you need to DO.

Buy a card that says you care, or call them on the phone.
Everyone can use a friendly word, especially if they are all alone.

And don’t forget the Man above. He would appreciate a little thanks too.
Now is the time to tell them all, so just get up and DO.

Soy Chiricano

The other day I was walking by the David Public Library and noticed another plaque with a different poem written by Santiago Delgado Anguizola. This one is “Soy Chiricano”. You may remember his poem Al Volver from a previous post. While another translation would be appreciated, that is not the theme of this post.

You will find that Chiriquí is a province, in Panama, with people of tremendous pride. You can almost see a Panamanian’s chest swell, when you ask a him where he is from and he replies, “Soy Chiricano”. Now Santiago was a true Chiricano and his pride was exhibited in many ways. His poems were just some of them.

Super Baru uses the phrase in its billboards, which say, “Soy Chiricano – como tu”. However, today many Chiricanos appear to me to be Chiricano in words only, when it comes to showing reverence to their province. I would like to see the media, the schools, and the government officials in Chiriquí start a program to raise the awareness of how an individual can improve the beauty of this part of Panama.

The reason I say this is because I see so many residents of this beautiful country driving and tossing trash out the window. You may be behind a bus going from David to Boquete and out the window flies more stuff. It happens in town. You can be following people and they will toss a candy wrapper on the ground. It happens everywhere. Gum is tossed on the walk areas, of the new Parque Cervantes, staining the bricks. There seems to be liter everywhere you look. Continue reading Soy Chiricano

Life Goes On

By Don Ray Williams
April 29,2008

I’ll tell you a story of long long ago,
Of how two people met and how their love did flow.

As each would look in the other’s eyes,
Their intense feelings, they could not disguise.

But fate stepped in, as it sometimes does,
And he had to move, for work, and leave his love.

From Panama to Bangladesh,
Still, to reunite was their greatest wish.

So she picked up and followed him,
It appeared once more that love would win.

However fate again, imposed its will,
And for some unknown reason, she fell ill.

They decided for her to return to her home and family for a while,
Not realizing that she was with child.

Days changed to weeks, then months then years,
I am sure they both shed many tears.

Neither knew what happened to the other,
And try as they may, they could not discover.

Life goes on. Never easy. Never certain. Some lose. Some win.
But, I’ll continue, this isn’t the end.

Two people living in worlds far apart,
Remaining in the other’s mind and in the other’s heart.

He vowed to search forever, to continue this quest,
Wishing only for her, the very best.

I will tell you that recently, by luck and by chance,
He was able to find his past romance.

And while she had married and her life had moved on,
The love that they had shared, had born them a son.

This story is not perfect, but it is also not sad.
For a man now knows his son, and his son now knows his dad.

For A Perfect Panama Garden

Wish I were the author, but the author is unknown.

Plant three rows of peas:
Peace of mind
Peace of heart
Peace of soul

Plant four rows of squash:
Squash gossip
Squash indifference
Squash grumbling
Squash selfishness

Plant four rows of lettuce:
Lettuce be faithful
Lettuce be kind
Lettuce be happy
Lettuce really love one another

No garden should be without turnips:
Turnip for service when needed
Turnip to help one another
Turnip the music and dance

Water freely with patience and
Cultivate with love.
There is much fruit in your garden
Because you reap what you sow.

To conclude our garden, we must have thyme:
Thyme for fun
Thyme for rest
Thyme for ourselves

Picking or Pushing Daisies

by Don Ray Williams
March 10, 2008

You may consider me a little bit crazy.
But I really enjoy walking and picking up daisies.
Bright yellow and orange and white ones too,
When you find happy flowers, there is no way to feel blue.

Sometimes on my walk, a bunny I’ll see,
All furry and happy and bouncing with glee,
Or a bright green parrot, high up on a limb,
He has one eye on me and I have two eyes on him.

When the sky is clear and the sun is bright,
You can’t help but think, that all is alright.
And even when the rain appears,
It just cools the day and cleans the air.

So much to see. So much to do.
No time to waste for me (or you),
So while some might think me a little bit crazy,
I just remember that it is better to be picking, than pushing up daisies.