Well, now, you’ve got to know that folks around these partsDon’t get the way they are just sitting on a stool.That means that horses aren’t much put behind the carts,The same that sunlight isn’t meant to keep you cool. We wear our caps the way they’re meant, to shade the
Most all of us habitually will saySomething like this: It’s such a gorgeous day!The day will be the kind you want to last,And you’ll think back on it when it has passed.But I think all these years we’ve missed the chanceTo really see our favorite days advance,If we decide to
A baby’s straight-through-plumbing meantThat when it had to go, it went.Fast-forward to an aging find,That now, it seems, you act in kind.For very soon you get to knowThat when you have to go, you go! © Richard Williams
“Lead us not into temptation” saith the Law;And therein lies the proof of mankind’s greatest flaw.Both greed and power feed on it to gain ascent;Evil would not exist if not temptation-bent. It seems that everything comes down to this, by choice.“Do I or not”, is often the unspoken voice.And oftentimes
You may capture the moment, just open your eyesWith the purpose in being appreciative and wise.All the life that you’re seeing around you is suchAll the best in the rest of the world may not touch.They may well seem quite modern, an up-to-date lot,But the subtle depths your freedom has,
With old age upon you, there’s no time to wait—You do things on impulse which turn out just great.The playground was empty, the swings sitting there—Oh, wasn’t it nice to again feel the air!Your grandson had left his skateboard on the step—Your neighbors keep asking where you got the pep!You
Perhaps not long ago, you never dreamedYou’d be here in a senior living place,Where such a possibility then seemedRemote, unheard of, not in any case. Your own infirmities dictated change,And helped to dictate just what kind of care.All through this period, which seemed so strange,You wondered if your life was
Americans do love their Independence Day,And celebrate it in their own self-chosen way.Traditions have been coined to help us celebrate,But otherwise the choice is ours, and so we state.What must be seen here is the independence vein;We do it our way, either join in or refrain.There are so many plaudits,
When you are told you can’t have this or can’t have thatYou’re being told, quite succinctly, you have no voice.For all your freedoms, every one, will tell you flatThe bottom line is that you have freedom of choice. Regardless what is being said, no matter what,Freedom of choice is what
Memorial Day will have its way, a day in which we pause;To honor fallen heroes, who answered freedom’s cause.But, more than that, the day itself, the day we set aside,Designed to give us opportunity to show our pride. This day is just as meaningful as any we proclaim,Our reverence in
As an adult, of any age, how young are you?By that I mean, how closely do you think things through?Like, on the ladder of success, which you have tried,What rung did you achieve, completely satisfied? That is my point. At what point do you know success?If you are in the
Think back along your younger years, on what you did;Perhaps as far back as when you were just a kid.Most likely you lived through those years with one concern’Yourself! Intent only on what you had to learn.And everything outside that field was hardly touched at all;Some grudgingly, so few things
I like to think I’m just an average guy;No other likely title may apply.But then, quite often, there will be a shiftWhere I will try to give others a lift.Now why that thought occurs I have no clue,Except I think it’s the right thing to do.Of course, it will be
Humpty Dumpty opened his eyes;Somewhat startled, there was surprise.Taking time now, looking around,He found he was high off the ground.Horrors! Panic! Almost a scream;Surely this must be a bad dream!For he’d never sit on a wall;Too much danger that he would fall.King’s men’s talents may be quite good;But putting him
You measure your pleasure– to prevent being swept off your feet,But you may be preventing that pleasure from being complete.Being swept off your feet in the right way is something to prize;It’s not something that happens that often for, it’s a surprise;But it’s one that is plainly delightful, a giddy
George Washington Carver was, Thank God, a black;Was born into slavery, 1864;Essentially orphaned, but never looked back;Determined to be something, not seen before.He centered on agriculture and the soil,His people, as sharecroppers, near to despair;Their land had been worn out, despite their toil.He showed them how to bring the land
Before our teens we did not think of growing up;We weren’t concerned with a half-filled half-empty cup.Our likes and dislikes took no time at all to form;And living for the moment seemed to be the norm.The biggest thing we had to think about back thenWas just whose house or yard
Again I am reminded, soon it’s Valentine’s Day,And now in the 6th Grade, careful how I post.For right now, in my teen years, certain ones hold swayMore than before, and those I really think of mostAnd more important now…leastwise that is how I feelRight now, although I know although I
Perhaps we haven’t seen a New Year’s quite like this’The end to COVID-19, we don’t want to miss.This thing has caused us to do things not done before;It is far different than when we were at war.Instead of rationing, stuff really was not there.It limited our movement, something all would
There are those places ins this world, now, it is said.Which are, at present, being haunted by the dead.While it is rare to have a “ghost” communicate,Or try to, neither do they seem to have a traitOf scaring people, although that we do ourselves—For we refuse to think that there
