Truth and knowledge are unbeatable when paired,But only if and when their focal points are shared.As long as they are kept apart, in any way,The truth may be dismissed as rumor, shrugged away.And when you do not know the truth, have little choice,No way can you have an authoritative voice.Your
I know you cried for me upon my death,But now before you take another breath,Look back upon the life I tried to lead,Not just this time in which emotions feed;The little things which only you recall;Like those you always said were off the wall.In truth, the pain of death has
I did not know what love was—that’s the whole of it.I knew I felt inclined, but doubted, I admit.I wanted to be sure, but how was I to know?It was not fun not knowing just which way to go.Most of us, in our later years, are prone to sayAdmitting that
Most everything I used to do is now too tough.So I’ve been thinking. Yes, I know that’s dangerous stuff,But what else can I do—I’ve got to do it some…I sure don’t want you thinking now I’m getting dumb.So I’ve been thinking. Yes, I used to do that too.Now don’t get
If you don’t know the story of Coke, that’s a shame,For I feel that our lives should be seen much the same.The initial ingredients may have been great,But it lacked something, something, that would seal its fate.When that “something” was found. (just by accident, too),In effect. It became a great
You have heard this before, but I’ll say it with force,For the sake of humanity, bring back the horse.There are dozens of reasons, so little suspense,For the logic behind it makes simply good sense. The main thing, of course, it compels you to careFor a creature beside just yourself, and
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,
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
