back to the grind!

Hi folks: I hope you had a happy holiday! I wound up at a family reunion for my mother's side of the family , better known as the Shrybman tribe. I Met folks i was related to that i never know existed before. one of the cousins gave me the idea for this weeks poem so thanks and here goes:

The middle East in Rochester

By Lawrence R. Berger

Many of my relatives are Jewish

and supposedly we have a Rochester, NY

contingent that is planning to got to Israel and or

are already there.

I don't understand the concept

why got to a place where your hotel

is likely to get bombed?

or you may get shot in the head

because you don't speak the language well?

It makes no sense to me but if they want to go

I hope they get to come back.

not a very happy poem I know but in the past week

I've found out that :

I'll be loosing my job at the U of R soon,

one of my co-workers committed suicide

had my favorite aunt die of lung cancer

and I'm now on deadline for a few projects.

I'm not that happy so I'll see you next week