Hold the Doors


Hold the doors for the ladies

Young and not alike

You are, it's true

Unable to tell which few

are too weak to hold the door

from eighteen to ninety-four 

So hold the door for them all

and do not trip and make them fall

And if they are not fast

Please don't stare at their past



I Don't Remember Growing Old


I don't remember growing old

I just recall frowning up

And when I got to 'bout six feet

I just had to stop

I hit my head on ceilings

I stubbed my toes on walls

And I had some trouble

With them police calls 

They pulled me out the house

And took me off to jail

They taught me I was someone

I was not but I couldn't tell

So I sat in the corner

Eating cherry pie

They asked me a question

And I could not lie

They asked did you do it

I do always try said I.



Thank You B And E


Thank you B and E

If it were not for you

I would just be old

And not a grandfather too

And if I ever wonder

Where I my put my mind

You always said you'd look

And you would help me be fine

So thank you Bee and EEE

I do love you two

And I appreciate all your jokes 



I Close My Eyes


I close my eyes

And emit a growl

It don't feel good

When all alone


G. David Schwartz


Bio:  G. David Schwartz is the former president of Seedhouse, the online interfaith committee. Schwartz is the author of A Jewish Appraisal of Dialogue and Midrash and Working Out Of The Book. Currently a volunteer at the Cincinnati J Meals on Wheels, Schwartz continues to write.  His latest book is Shards and Verse  (2011, Publish America).