MR. WINICK - POEMS

Mr. Winick recently began writing poetry at nearly age 65, after retiring from a long career as an attorney.  Over 100 of his poems have appeared or are forthcoming in more than a dozen online or print journals.​

He Remembered
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​When Sammy Davis Jr. was
A young performer on the road,
The famous dancer, Sally Rand
Had ventured to be kind to him.
 
Then decades later, old and poor,
Ms. Rand died in a hospital,
And left behind an unpaid bill,
Around Ten Thousand Dollars.
 
In days that bill was paid in full
By Sammy Davis Jr.
It’s unknown if they’d stayed in touch,
But clearly, he remembered.
 

The American Youth Promise
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​We are outstanding American youth.
We love our country for all that is great.
And we’ll make it better by speaking the truth,
In respecting all people and countering hate.
 
I’m proud of the talent and strength I possess,
And know it’s important for me to stand tall,
In using compassion to strive for success,
Towards America’s promise of fairness for all.
 

Greetings
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​This morning on my jogging route,
A small girl, maybe eight,
Was struggling how to figure out
What seemed like brand new skates.
 
I yearned to say “hello” to her,
The friendly thing to do,
But at the time I wasn’t sure
Of what could then ensue.
 
Would fright be how she might react,
Not knowing me at all?
I also feared I could distract
And cause a nasty fall.
 
But as I sensitively planned
What my best move should be,
The little youngster waved her hand
And said “hello” to me.