In life, we forge the chains which either link or bind,We like to think we’ve done our best, the future sure to find,But we are not the judge—that will be done by those in time.Who knew us not, oblivious to what we had to climb.You will be judged on what
Since you are new here, thought I’d call to check you out—To see how you are doing. You are just aboutTo witness and enjoy what they call Halloween,And let me say it’s not like anything you’ve seenBefore. Too bad we had to have those changes madeBefore we came here. But,
How often have you had occasion to declareIn honest fervent tone-of-voice “It isn’t fair!”Or having seen an ending you would dwell upon,Play out the musing “What if?”, pro or con.Or, on an accolade or discipline,, the pleaWhich you would choose to voice quite honestly “Why me?”Then, too, a voice you
I’m glad that I was taught two nickels make a dime,And five of them will make a quarter every time.Four quarters make a dollar, meaning I can countOn being confident determining amount.Today, however, kids may not be taught that way,In counting money in their heads, in every dayNecessities, to be
What is it that you have that never fails?I mean that—never, meaning it prevails.You may not see it as a habit, true,It is still something you will often do.But when I say it never fails, I meanIt never fails to lighten hearts when seen.If often seen, it will become your
Often sampling The Inner characterAttempting to discern what all this means,Capturing the theme on what it leans,Remains an open question to resolve,Opposed to some conditions which involveSome really silly aspects to resolve,To then take time to tinker with the thoughtIntrinsically suggesting we are caughtContinuing a basic stupid plot. © Richard
A smile may be just like a lighthouse when compared,To show safe passage if your charts are up to date,But otherwise to warn you off of the dangers faredBy venturing too close, the blithe tempting of fate.But just as strong may be the smile whose beaming lightIs seen and aimed
That I’m perplexed is certainly not new;I always want to ascertain a view.This latest seems to tell me more and moreThat I must go and find the nearest shore.It is the gulls that fly there I must seeAnd watch, the ones that live there by the sea.Somehow they are susceptible,
It’s time to pay attention to some history;America has earned its greatness honestly.It is the people who have made this nation great—It is the people who would formulate our fate.Its visionaries formed the industries to build,But they came from the people too, successes billed.The world was used to labor—down and
Decision-making-making, when there is both pro and con,Will have a succinct factor there to dwell upon.There’s much more to that normal process than you think;But when it is explained, it will with logic link.You think you know the devil and his tempting choice,But, since you think you know God’s will,
Our gift of eyesight does not meanThat what we see is being seen.Too often we won’t recognizeWhat’s really there before our eyes.We’re much too busy, we insist,To think about what we have missed.And THAT is where the problem lurks—We have to THINK to see God’s works.So think about it, give
Throughout my lifetime there have been but fewWho touched me in a way I would applaud;Who made me think it was by grace of GodThat we would meet, a chance out of the blue.This would not happen every day, I knew;Almost remarkable…indeed, quite odd,Not something to which normally I’d nod,But
“…to save us all from Satan’s power, when we are gone astray…”I’m sorry to butt in, but that is not the precise way.The actual truth and what those lyrics say are not the same.If we are led astray, then we’re the only ones to blame.While Satan has the power to
There is one word which argues how to live,One word which, once described, can giveThe essence of all freedoms, which can be,The word is individuality!Examine all your freedoms, speech, religion, voice,Of movement, personal finances, and of choice;Condense them all into one word, and seeIt all comes down to individuality.If you
Just recently we passed another birthday date,Our cry for Independence, which helped decide our fate.But we must recollect…we had a war to winBefore the USA could venture to begin.We also must remember how that started out;For at the very first, the outcome was in doubt.Remember too it was as much
It makes no difference who you are,Your age, your sex, or what you do;And though you may not be a star,You can’t avoid not being you.So take a moment, think a bit,You don’t know what you’re missing ‘tilYou take the plunge of trying it.And all that’s needed is the will.So
All those who read this, or who hear my voice aloudHave every reason on this day to stand unbowed.On every other day as well, that is allowed,To state, “As an American, I’m standing proud!” For you are not an accident; you are a plan.A nation geared to be ruled by
When there is something you will kick yourself if missed,The urge to know what’s going on will then enlist.When that becomes a habit, which can last for years,You call it curiosity, not angst or fears.The more this act is done, the more it is ingrained;And it becomes compulsion, constancy retained.The
I keep insisting we have missed the boat;And on this subject matter you may quote.It’s Fathers Day—the dismal date we’ve set,It’s just about as poor as one could get.With football, basketball, and hockey gone,There isn’t much left to put interest on;Not something that won’t cost an arm and leg,Of something
Too many of us do not use their intellectTo formulate, absorb, or grasp what’s happening.It seems their instant likes and dislikes will affectThe way they choose to think about most everything.But, here, be honest…this will also include you.A basic fact, we all are hit with the same stick.So we believe
