To my Loving wife

To my loving wife

I don't  say I love you,

Just to have something to say.

I don't  say you're beautiful,

Just to make your day.

When I hold your hand,

It isn't just for you.

For when I do these little things,

They are for me too.

We don't alway get along,

We have our ups and downs.

But that just makes us stronger

And keeps us on the ground.

The times that I remember,

Are happy and full of life.

And it started happening,

When you became my wife

Now I've reached my golden years,

And I just want you to know,

That I'm the happiest I've ever been,

And I LOVE YOU SO!

Alonzo G. Tillery Sr.

6-30-19

Thanksgiving day

Thanksgiving Day

I thank the oh Lord for the job that I hold,

For the house that keeps me out of the cold,

For the health that I've had all through the year,

For the friendships I hold so very dear.

I thank the too for a country so free,

For all of the blessings you give to me,

For making me strong so I can survive,

For putting the stars in your heavenly skies.

I count my blessings till my fingers are sore,

Then I look around and see so much more,

The moutians,the forests, the plains and the seas,

The health , love and happiness you give to me.

The hopes and happiness throughout our lands,

Rest entirely in your loving hands,

I thank you, I praise you, and just want to say,

Thank you Dear Lord, for Thanksgiving day. 

Alonzo G. TILLERY SR.

11-9- 1985

Vannin family

They'er groovy and they'er kooky,

Sometimes a little spooky,

They'er all my sister's and my brothers,

My Vannin fam-il-y.

The radio is a crankin,

Their eyes are a blinkin, 

They do a lot of drinkin, 

My Vannin fam-il-y. 

When we are a crusin, 

There won't be any boozin,

Cauz I don't want to be losein, 

My Vannin fam-il-y. 

But when we get all parked,

And the campfire has been sparked,

You'll see us having fun,

Because we are a Vannin fam-il-y !

VAN ON, THEN DRINK UP!

ALONZO G Tillery

2-29-20

(To the tune of The Adams Family song)

The Computer

The Computer

As I set and stare at the screen,

This computer is Big, Ugly, and Mean,

The keys are lost, in a jumbled mess,

And thoes round things are the floppest.

The printer is whirring, and clicking away,

And I've been setting here nearly all day,

I can't make it print, I can't make it write,

I've tried everything , and so has my wife.

I pick up a paper, and a crayon or two,

And I write down the words, in green and blue,

The words were neat, with a story to tell,

Now everyone knows, THIS COMPUTER IS FOR SALE!!!

                                           ALONZO G. Tillery Sr.

                                               4 - 4 - 1995