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Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Manners


A Stranger Passed By
I ran into a stranger as he passed by, "Oh, excuse me Please" was my reply.
He said, "Please excuse me too; Wasn't even watching for you."

We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said good-bye.
But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My daughter stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked her down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.
She walked away, her little heart was broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.

While I lay awake in bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,
"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,
But the children you love, you seem to abuse.

Look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door.
Those are the flowers she brought for you.
She picked them herself: pink, yellow and blue.
She stood quietly not to spoil the surprise, and you never saw the tears in her eyes."

By this time, I felt very small, and now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by her bed;
"Wake up, little girl, wake up," I said.
"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
She smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.
I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
I said, "Daughter, I'm sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
She said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway."
I said, "Daughter, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."

Are you aware that: If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could
easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family --an unwise investment indeed.
So what is behind the story?
You know what is the full word of family?
FAMILY= (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER, (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU!
Isn't that neat? Fill life with love and bravery and we shall live a life uncommon.




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Saturday, July 30, 2011

Crabby old man

Crabby Old Man
What do you see nurses, what do you see?
What are you thinking, when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice, 'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice the things that you do.
And forever is losing a sock or a shoe?

Who, resisting or not lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding the long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse. You're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten, with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another.

A young boy of Sixteen, with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now, a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty, my heart gives a leap.
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other, with ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me, to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children, my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, my wife is now dead.
I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own.
And I think of the years, and the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man and nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles -- grace and vigor, depart.

There is now a stone, where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass, a young guy still dwells,
And now and again, my battered heart swells
I remember the joys, I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living life over again.

I think of the years , all too few, gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact, that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people, open and see.
Not a crabby old man. Look closer....see.....ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within....we will all, one day, with Gods help, be there, too!



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Wednesday, July 27, 2011

poem

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I knelt to pray when day was done
And prayed, "O Lord, bless everyone,

Lift from each saddened heart the pain
And let the sick be well again."

And then I woke another day
And carelessly went on my way,

The whole day long I did not try
To wipe a tear from any eye.

I did not try to share the load
Of any brother on the road.

I did not even go to see
The sick man just next door to me.

Yet once again when day was done
I prayed, "O Lord, bless everyone."

But as I prayed, into my ear
There came a voice that whispered clear,

"Pause now, my son, before you pray.
Whom have you tried to bless today?

Gods sweetest blessing always go
By hands that serve him here below."

And then I hid my face and cried,
"Forgive me, God, I have not tried,

But let me live another day
And I will live the way I pray."

Monday, July 25, 2011

7.Only if I knew

If I knew

…..If I knew it would be the last time
That I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
And call you back for one more…..

If I knew it would be the last time
I could spare an extra minute
To stop and say “I love you”,
Instead of assuming you would KNOW I do…..

…..Just in case…..
…..today is all I get,
I’d like to say how much I love you
And I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
You get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you’re waiting for tomorrow,
Why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
You’ll surely regret the day.

That you didn’t take that extra time
For a smile, a hug, or a kiss
And you were too busy to grant someone,
What turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today.
And whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
And that you’ll always hold them dear.

Take time to say, “I’m sorry”
“Please forgive me”, “Thank you”, or “It’s okay”
And if tomorrow never comes,
You’ll have no regrets about today.