The second half of your century

Coming down off the mountain, your smile at my side

Right where it’s been since we started our family ride

A good deal of your first half, but I wonder what will theadventure be

As we celebrate the beginning of the second half of yourcentury

Sharing special days together replaces the idea ofexchanging gifts

In fact any time spent with friends and family provides muchneeded lifts

The less planning yields the best results, our sweetestmemories are extempore

Cause with Daddio, you never know let’s roll with the secondhalf of your century

Playing with the littles ones, climb back in time climbingdown onto the floor

Tossing bean bags laughing at the game, we were the winners,never mind the score

A ripping good time as always, delivered with panache in a mannerso exemplary

Cut the cake, blow out the candles and let’s usher in thesecond half of your century

Happy Birthday Jessey!

Love Dad

9 28 2026

Busted menagerie

It’s not fair to call me stupid

I think my problem’s I’m too nice

I blame it all on that dude cupid

Got me think wedding bells and rice

Every time I go off and fall in love again

I end up lost, in tears all alone and broke

And that so called lady is nowhere in sight

From the outside I’m sure it’s a real good joke

But on the inside it’s another sleepless night

Alone in tears ain’t how a love story should end

You could say I’m a fool for ever believing

A sightless person could see it was a big mistake

But I’ve been driving blind straight to Hotel Grieving

Greeted at the door, so well known they made me a cake

My favorite, regrets frosted with fears with a tear on top

Yes I guess I’m a regular here, rather sad to say

One day I tell myself, I’m going to check out for good

Lonely nights that bleed into another mournful day

Going to a place where I’m loved and understood

Where real love’s a mainstay and the smiles just won’t stop

And that’s sure not here…

Tim Windisch

10 2 2026

That to me is fine

Stretched beyond the limit, like a guitar string about to snap

Wearing a grin, trying to look relaxed and lay down a little dap

I’m all good, not a care in the world; but I feel as if it’s all going to blow

Lock me in a padded room, gather the white coats; it’s time for the show

Disasters like a well healed pet seem to follow me most everywhere

Like I’ve a two foot toilet paper trail stuck to my shoe, see them stare

Surely, I must be a little bit mad; maybe there’s salvation waiting in a dose?

Regardless, there’s a ride where the sun shines bright and a warm wind blows

And I’m weary of this pounding, and those people pointing, citing all the rules

Jokes on you! I’m not the loon, it’s all of you, ha-ha! You crazy bunch of silly fools!

I roll over to tomorrow, must’ve all just been another crazy dream of mine

Even though I’m on the inside I feel safer than you do and that to me is fine

Yeah that to me is fine

Tim Windisch

9 29 2026