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Harold & Steve
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By Louis Gander
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Harold & Steve

Out hanging, two icicles born on an eve.
Now one was named Harold; the other one, Steve.
Well, Harold was jealous and you would be too
for Steve had an awesome, spectacular view.
 
But hanging 'round corner, nine shingles or so,
was poor, lonely Harold and wouldn't you know -
that Harold, if his, would have made different plans.
Instead he was stuck over two garbage cans.
 
The stench and the odor was too much to bear
while Steve was out front there enjoying fresh air.
Oh, fair?  It was not and it made Harold mad,
so angry, despondent, depressed, very sad.
 
And wouldn't you know that Steve had grown quicker?
He'd grown so much stronger, bigger and thicker...
...while Harold was just a wee bit of a thing -
not much to look at and not interesting.
 
You know, children grow up, but icicles down
and Harold grew lower with saddest of frown.
And that is why Steve had made fun of his friend.
His bullying never, seemed never to end.
 
He gloated that he was too solid to break.
He boasted that he could see sunsets, the lake.
And this had gone on through the long winter days
but Harold, one day changed his sad lonely ways.
 
He sang Christmas hymns of when Jesus was born;
continued it non-stop each ev'ning, since morn.
So Steve, you might guess, was a bit envious -
became bewildered that Harold was joyous.
 
Though droplets of water, off Harold, would splash
on top of that putrid and stinky old trash -
dear Harold accepted the life that God gave him -
no matter how boring or troubled or grim.
 
He knew that God's love was unprecedented
and that made him happy, joyous, contented.
Then one day, dear Harold, had heard a loud splat -
and he never heard from ol' Steve after that.
---
The moral to poem here simply increases -
each time you hear bullies are falling to pieces.
Someone please tell me if this life has mattered,
when our hopes are lost and our goals are scattered.
 
And Harold, you ask?  What has happened to him?
Well, he was still singing an old gospel hymn,
as angels had seen him and anxiously stated,
"All Heaven rejoice!  He evaporated."
 
©2014 louis gander


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Submitted: Thursday, December 11, 2014

Last Updated: Friday, December 12, 2014

About the Poet
Born in Richland Center, Wisconsin in 1954. It's the poem's message that matters- not the poet.


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