That you can’t take it with you
May be fine,
Which is exactly what
Concern of mine?
by Ray Romine Wednesday, August 15, 1951
Selections from Trella Romine's library at Terradise Nature Center
Ray Romine Poems
That you can’t take it with you
May be fine,
Which is exactly what
Concern of mine?
by Ray Romine Wednesday, August 15, 1951
Fortune is a fickle thing,
Fragile as a fairy’s wing.
Hard luck, maybe, waits for me
Round a corner I can’t see;
I can face it, dare and do,
With the good luck, dear, of you!
Say I love you, every way;
Say it many times a day;
Flash those lovely brown-hued eyes
My way, darling–you’re the prize
Life’s bestowed on lucky me
In her careless lottery!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 15, 1946
Who has more than one hobby is welcome, for, brother,
With eating, I cannot afford me another.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, September 29, 1953
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by Ray Romine Saturday, August 23, 1952
If we are through, and worlds must fall,
Beguile me not with clever stunts;
If you would brush me off at all,
Kindly do it all at once.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, February 6, 1952
One single glance from you a day,
And all my clouds dissolve away.
I can but wonder, then, my sweet:
Can life–without you–be complete?
by Ray Romine Monday, August 12, 1946
I wonder who should take the blame
If the kiddies aren’t tame
When company is present?
Now, the thought may be unpleasant,
But kids are worse in front of others,
Sure, but fathers too, and mothers ,
Are much worse hypocrites , you will agree, by far,
For being sweeter than they normally are!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, August 16, 1949
The most persistent of the bunch,
Once you’ve selected, goes to lunch.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, July 3, 1951
Clearance Sales engulf me,
And Super Sales abound;
Although I save on every one,
My dough won’t reach around.
When truly Whopping Specials
Have me in their clutch,
I sometimes think that 1/3 off
Still leaves a bit too much!
by Ray Romine Friday, August 22, 1952
Pay heed, young ladies: it’s easily seen
“The way to a man’s heart–” doesn’t mean
That the simple, fool-proof way to get us
Is with a concoction served on lettuce.
Your mother was wiser; if you followed her
You’d feed the boy-friend something solider.
by Ray Romine Monday, September 12, 1949