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23 warning signs that you are severely addicted to poetrysoup dot com



1) Since you have such a crazy drive to post every thought which goes through your mind, you consider posting your grocery lists.

2) You come up with another lame senryu just to post something new(and create a cheap entry for yet another contest).

3) Even though you post everything which comes to mind, post 3+ poems per day, every day, you believe all of your posts to be exemplary pieces.

4) (in relation to #3) You believe all of the "This is a masterpiece!" comments left on your poems, to be completely sincere.

5) You have the tendency to ignore that you are nearing 60 years of age. You put up avatars of yourself, circa 1971, and flirt with nearly every Souper below the supposed age of 30.

6) Instead of having a romantic evening with your significant other, you end up surfing the Soup blogs and drooling over member avatars.

7) After being single for 15 years, a completely compatible person asks you on a date. You decline the offer, end up surfing the Soup blogs and drooling over member avatars.

8) The admin makes an announcement concerning site maintenance, how the site might be down for 24 hrs -- upon reading the announcement, your stomach drops-out, you are filled with a phantasmagoric sense of doom which escalates into a bout of nihilism so strong, you consider methadone treatment to prepare yourself for the upcoming site-shutdown.

9) You begin methadone treatment in preparation for the two hours you will be away from the Soup(and awake)attending your best friend's funeral.

10) Your sleep-time has drastically altered to less than 4 hours of sleep per night. This is for various reasons, one of these being that every week you feel the need to leave a minimum of 1000 comments on poems, so whenever you post something new, the 'return' comments on said post, help push it up the 'Top 100 Recent Poems' list. You consider this to be an accomplishment akin to winning the Nobel Prize in Literature. You are awesome.

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15) You forget to say "Merry Christmas!" to your family at home, but 'say' it in the Christmas blog that you put up on the Soup.

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20) You make the rounds each new day leaving "Good Morning!" comments on your friend's poems.

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BERT'S WILL

"A cappuccino would be nice 
And thank you Anne dear friend. 
Since Bert has died I've felt quite lost, 
But time has helped things mend." 
 
"I guess what hurt the most dear Anne 
Was finding in Bert's will; 
To me he never left a thing; 
A truly bitter pill." 
 
"He never left you anything! 
I thought Bert more sincere, 
But is that diamond ring not new 
You're wearing sister dear?" 
 
"Well let me put it this way Anne. 
Bert's will did leave a bit; 
Five grand for a memorial stone 
And this dear Anne ... is it." 



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Five Stars

*Dedicated to Andrea Dietrich, Caleb Smith, Isaiah Zerbst, Anne Currin, and Eileen Ghali

I'll start with illustrious Andrea,
our talented sonneteer.
She peppers our poems with kindness, 
with comments so bright and sincere.

Next, we have Mr. McCaleb,
our sweet gent from Arkansas
From KOs to boogers to nature,
he writes without limit or flaw.

Now, I must turn to Isaiah,
the master of meter and rhyme.
His poems are most reminiscent
of forgotten ages in time.

I cannot forget our Queen Anne,
who graces us all with her songs.
Her lyrics tug at our heartstrings, 
yet she's upbeat, lovely, and strong.

Last but not least is Eileen,
the most spirited poetess.
She translates feeling to verse
and writes with such skill and finesse.

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Jan Allison


Jan Allison


There is a great gal on our ‘Soup’
Renowned in our poetry group
She’s ready to show
How our poems glow
With comments that give us the scoop.

Sincere as she gives us her view
Of writes we submit, old or new
No sooner we post
She’s there like our host
With greetings to look forward to.

Her poetry’s lovely to read
No matter what subject indeed
Some words leave us sad
Some words make us glad
And some provide lessons to heed.

So friendly to all on our site
We love her with all of our might
Although she has woes
Her care she bestows
On others to help with their plight.


© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved

~1st Place~
Contest: Write a Poem
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Judged: 02/11/2015




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Et Portae Inferi Non Valebit, Gates of Hell shall not Prevail

Et Portæ Inferi Non Valebit
(And the gates of hell will not prevail)


Gates of Hell shall never ever prevail
promulgation of Truth forever stands
Soul and Spirit each rings a sounding bell
Fate's ruthless results judges all the lands

Vanities of all men foolishly praised
Spirit's dark desires bearing bitter fruit
Rejection of He that was truly raised
lies and corruption are the stolen loot

Righteous hearts look to Heavenly skies
sincere prayers, deliver such bless reward
Mankind races onward using blinded eyes
to an ending very bitter and hard

In the dark shadow of this evil world
Our Creator's redemption has been hurled!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-11-2014


Sonnet:
Syllables Per Line:  10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10  
Total # Syllables:  140  
Total # Lines:  17  (Including empty lines)  
Total # Words:  93

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Beyond the sun- help me name it contest

Beyond the gaze of the sun lies paradise The lights on the horizon entice dreamy thoughts of many men their hopes and dreams when prayers sent the air is rent, with love so sincere afraid, yet wanting to hear, love blossoms, will wings of hope suffice. Beyond the gaze of the sun lies paradise
My middle word is the Penned 10 February 2015 Form should be called centrifugal

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HARD HAT HEROES

There's a breed of Aussie hero who has served this nation well 
and they don a yellow uniform to face the fires of hell. 
When day temperatures are soaring and the high winds blow a gust, 
and our bushland is ignited it's in them we place our trust.   
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; 
you are mothers and you’re fathers.  Hard hat heroes everyone. 
 
When their mates are in the hot seat and they need a helping hand, 
they will volunteer their services from stations 'cross this land. 
Whether country towns or cities or a bush fire brigade; 
they will gladly throw their hats in and will offer their mates aide. 
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; 
you are mothers and you’re fathers.  Hard hat heroes everyone. 
 
Do you owe your home or property, your very lives perhaps,     
to the selfless, sincere efforts of these bold fire-fighting chaps?  
Or still sadly you lost everything, but proudly can attest 
to their fierce determination as each brave soul did their best.    
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; 
you are mothers and you’re fathers.  Hard hat heroes everyone. 
 
So I ask you all to join me as we stand and raise a glass 
to the courage and the spirit of this fire fighting, class; 
and I'm sure you'd love to join me as this message we impart,  
"You're such true blue hard hat heroes and we thank you from the heart." 
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; 
you are mothers and you’re fathers.  Hard hat heroes everyone. 

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Eden

-Eden's Ending Eulogy-

Proceed here today, Eden's Ending Eulogy 
Gentle gracious her garden, the guidance 
I can't recall what was with the warm, sincere smile, and sunrise 
Lost at ease and clarity.......I Sleep! 
Forever In Peace, this dark, damp den, coffin will do
at last, a parting powerful, reunion and resting resort
    Amen


~SKAT~

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USE ALL OF ME

USE ALL OF ME Father God, Kindly use all of me today... Again, I say to You God--- use all of me today. I am no preacher God but allow every word that comes from my mouth be a blessing to those who hear it. Let it be a torch to light someone's hope. Let it be a rainbow that kindles dreams. or let it be a needle that pricks and awakens someone's thoughts. I am no good singer God but I thank You ' for permitting this voice be heard among persons whom I lead to pray, to worship and sing you some praise. The lyrics I have sang spoke to my very heart reminding me that it's not actually how good or bad I am as a singer but it's how clean and sincere my heart is. Upon my nostrils You blow me the breath of life enabling me to live in whatever form I am now. You place me time to time on tests or sometimes edge to edge situations where there are times... I fall on bended knees, I cry and laugh to my ease. Unto my small hands with it's slender fingers I thank you for giving me the opportunity to take part in relieving someone's pain; to be a channel of your healing touch; to be a path in extending Your gracious blessings. I will never forget the smiles that shine from every patient that passed under my care. Father, their grin changed and humbled me. I treasure my student's plea of I staying still then. And their until now recognition of me when they see me on my most casual simplest attire. I am proud that my students before are now like me -- nightingales of tender loving care. I don't know how long will you let me live but I ask You Father God to use all of me in every way. I would love to know how will I serve you more. Reveal unto me Your will in my life. Days are passing by and so since I renewed my relationship with You deeper and deeper I am falling in love with You. Hence, I want You more and more in my life. I am so happy each time I have a date with You; Each time I hear Your endearing words Each time I read Your love letters each time I meet a person who is like You: loving, caring, understanding and more... My shyness melts each time I am with You. The accelerating freedom is undeniable when I am with You. Endorphin and energy plunge into heights that I can't control myself to dance and sing for You. My thoughts and my heart is overflowing with gladness each time I have this privilege to write something for You as this gift I acknowledge is fully from You. I just love You with all my heart and so I trust everything to You. Use all of me in every way to bring You back all the glory, all the honor and all the praise that above all belongs only to You, God. ©O. E. Guillermo 7:34 pm; December 02, 2014

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Somewhere

Somewhere among the bending grass they lay
Dream of days to come that will touch a heart
And seek to fly above the clouds at play
With hope and wishes that these dreams impart
Caress the face of love a captured sphere
And find a world now lost in paradise
Forever bound by truest love sincere
To lover's altar hearts will sacrifice
The sun will be a witness to this day
And hear the words they whisper to each ear
Moon lights silhouettes as day fades away
In glowing ambiance with shadows near

Confessed their love as binding on this day
Somewhere among the bending grass they lay





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INNER CITY CHURCH PRAYER

Lord, take our FAITH we've kept with care 
And help it grow through work and prayer. 
By serving here in this dear place 
May we reflect your love and grace, 
And let this time of change renew 
A Christian FAITH that sees us through.

No things in life remain the same,
Yet changes have their time of strain. 
Before a butterfly takes flight 
It must endure a darker plight. 
How many winters must there be 
Before the twig's a fruitful tree?

Lord, take our HOPE we've kept with care
And help it grow through work and prayer,
By serving here in this dear place
May we reflect your love and grace, 
And let this time of change renew 
A Christian HOPE that shines anew. 

Do not let yesterday block out
Today's new tasks which we're about.
Help butterflies leave their cocoons, 
With life renewed—spread wings out soon. 
Help ripen too, the needed fruits 
Which grow from common, faithful roots.

Lord, take our LOVE we've kept with care 
And help it grow through work and prayer. 
By serving here in this dear place 
May we reflect your love and grace,
And let this time of change renew
A Christian LOVE, sincere and true.

As brothers, sisters, we are one 
Big family beneath your sun.
All butterflies are pretty things
Regardless of their varied wings.
Though trees bear fruits—some tart, some sweet,
They all are welcomed as a treat.

Lord, take our CHURCH we've kept with care 
And help it grow through work and prayer. 
By serving here in this dear place 
May it reflect your love and grace.
And let this time of change renew
Our sense of being ONE IN YOU.

© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved

(Iambic Tetrameter)

Contest: Structured Forms-Iambic Verse II
Sponsor: Giorgio A.V. - Judged 9/29/2014
~2nd Place~


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The Voice Of Despair

Triangles of half-open doors
Reveal all the truth that is hidden:
Just condoms and cans on the floor,
Black papers with verses, forbidden -
Unfinished remakes of the song,
Deprived of the right to speak loud
Of wicked intentions gone wrong -
Erasers have muffled the shout.

The only illusion-proof mind -
A poet, the voice of despair,
Sincere, the one of this kind
Throws verses far into the air
Right there, in a dirty old flat
Among once great talents, now rotten.
They all have deserved more than that,
But even their names are forgotten.

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MY VILLANELLE

I want to learn to live before I die
To glimpse the light that makes my vision clear
To see the truth that lies within the lie.

I freely put the questions ‘how?’ and ‘why?’
And seek the face unknown in darkest fear.
I want to learn to live before I die.

The days and years stream swiftly swiftly by
In shimmering illusions cherished dear
Despite the truth that lies within the lie.

I found my hand in yours, so you and I
Gave each our vows, impassioned, young, sincere.
I want to learn to live before I die.

The teachers teach, the prophets prophesy
But miss the mystic rhythms of the sphere
Nor see the truth that lies within the lie;

Pure-hearted self; I sense a higher cry
To never leave the far yet love the near.
I want to learn to live before I die
To see the truth that lies within the lie.


– Harley White

(March – 1994)

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Things I Have Learned

Don’t take a walk after a large glass of tea

If someone says, “sure take as many as you want” 
They probably don’t mean it

Darling you are sooo sweet I could never get angry with you,,,okay this one is self 
explanatory

One size fits all-ohh puleeese

Help yourself to anything in the kitchen,,I really thought I meant it

Going 65 through a curve marked for 45 is just stupid, but exciting

Feelings are fickle

When in doubt, a sincere look and slow shake of the head seems intelligent

 It will only take a minute,,,,yeah well Im countin by the long hand not the short one

If you climb that high are you sure you can get down, sure on the way
Up is different then sure at the top

Being really cold and getting into a hot shower and feeling
The warm water melt through you is better than sex,,,,okay its been a long time

The second time around is better

It will only hurt for a minute, then let me pinch you until it stops

Make up covers a world of hurt, but then it goes in the cracks and your
Face looks like a drought hit it

Friends that will laugh with you, cry with you, and never give up on you are
~priceless~

Wisdom comes from practice not from age

A good mood is a choice, okay most of the time

A snack to a teenager can be the roast you cooked for dinner

When you fuss at your kid then sit down and find no 
Toilet paper,,,,there’s a problem

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Wrote Her Another Poem

Wrote Her Another Poem


Wrote an alluring poem for her this morn
joys of love for her and our first born
The Sun rose to bask glory upon her face
as she walked in beauty and perfect grace

Gentle wind sang of great admiration too
as flowers in unison it so joyously blew
The trees swayed in rhythm and sweet time
earth going right along with gentle clime

Honeydew , pretty songs of birds did tell
of sweetness and harmony given as well
She that elicits a glowing sincere praise
my heart, joy and temperature did raise

Hot morn matching an intense hotly felt ardor
she that stirs me to ever try so much harder!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-06-2014

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Heart To Heart

Silent, your heart is all I hear.
No, don't say you love me – I know;
something keeps you, year after year...
our hearts beating steady and slow. 

When voice stalls, the words won't come out.
Silent, your heart is all I hear,
speaks love's language, without a doubt,
from your heart center, soft and clear.

In my confusion, you're sincere;
your hand in mine, steadies my pulse.
Silent, your heart is all I hear...
protects me from the world's insults.

Spoken truth is shadows of light.
Without words, I know you are near.
Our love mingles – it feels so right.
Silent, your heart is all I hear.

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Lonely Violet Eyes

I'm running late, they will be waiting...
A busy day...so much to do..
I should be going...the clock is ticking
I'll stick my head in, a quick hello
no need to linger, ...and then I'll go

I grab my keys, and make excuses...
She seems confused....unduly quiet 
Oh dear, it's useless...

"You must try a piece of pound cake. Made fresh this morning"...
"I'll put some tea on, no need to hurry"

(The clock is glaring.....I need to scurry....)
(My life is busy....this day's been crazy)

"I must not stay long.....  a late appointment"....  "I have to go"...

         (Oh dear, it's clear, she tries to hide, sheer disappointment!)

.....

She taps her cane, across the floor,  her smile is kind...
She walks behind me, to the door

I have started to say good-bye,  my hand on the knob
"Want to see my violets?" she asks quickly
How could I refuse?? 

We walk to the screened porch near the back of the house.
Sitting proudly in the sunlight of the northern exposure
Eleven small pots of glorious blooming African violets, 
Several shades of pink, purple and blue
The most beautiful violets I have ever seen...

I express my sincere admiration
Her anxious look melts, and turns to delight...
And happiness and pleasure has taken years away from her eyes...

I ask her what is her secret to growing such beauties....?
"Yes...please tell me"......"Oh.....leftover coffee grounds? How interesting".....
           "Please tell me more...."

        We sit together the rest of that afternoon on the porch...
                      Have tea, .........and the most delicious lemon yellow pound cake.....
                         And as we talk .....
                          .... I can't help but notice....her eyes are beautiful
                                               wise, and beautiful....and the color of violets...

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When to the eternity

                When to the eternity of love embraced in heart
		With no particular sense of hate flickering past
		The eyes that saw those whom I admired depart,
		I evoke up the sorrowful memories I forgot at last;
		I smile to many a thought of what from them I learnt –
		And with old wounds and old woes now vanished,
		I sigh the sigh of relief in that I know what they meant:
		The impediments I endured proved love finished
		From the hearts that had no hesitation to lie
		For ill-advised and wrong doings at guilty sight,
		And so their sweet lips and beauty disfigured to my eye;
		Then can I love yet with sincere love, growing day & night, –
			The lady who loves me with love unencumbered,
			Whose lips are still pure, with no lies remembered. 
 

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An older time

A time where phones and computers didn't exist,

But a time where good ol' fashioned talking was in the mist.

A time where hospitality was priority number one,

And your grandma's cooking was better then anyones.

A time where family would all sit at the table,

All they had was a little tv and didn't even have cable.

A time where family really did matter,

Words were sincere,not just said to flatter.

A time where your word meant something,

And you wouldn't give away your values for anything.

Now a days those things seen old fashioned,

Sometimes I wish I could go to that age and time,

Where a simplistic and peaceful life I would find.

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Helen Keller - The Makeover

First Version - Helen Keller
Posted on 10th April 2014 

Deaf and blind was Helen Keller,
Though she changed the world ,
Everybody respected her
for her each and every word

Helen Keller was deaf and blind 
when she came to the Earth,
So let us all remember her
on the day of her birth!


New Version - An icon for mankind
Posted on 2nd April 2015


Her hearing and sight were taken away
When she was just about two years old,
She struggled to become what she did - 
An example, brilliant and bold

Helen Keller was bright minded,
On hope she always did dwell
She was not only an icon for the struggling,
But for the fit and healthy as well.

“It was in the dreary month of February”
That into emptiness she fell -
She lived with her sense of touch,
Taking walks was her respite from hell.

She was seven when Annie Sullivan came,
And completely changed her life,
An amazing teacher, sincere and kind -
Soon Helen was over her strife.

She learnt to ‘hear' by touching
The lips of those who talked,
She could only manage random sounds -
Yet she was never mocked.

Under the guidance of Ms. Annie,
Helen improved in her speech,
She perfected herself in the art of Braille
And soon, she began to teach!*

She dreamt of going to college -
Her wish, of course, came true,
For company, her classmates bought her a pup
And wrote a verse on her too.

She had a group of admirers
Like Graham Bell and Mark Twain,
She gave her life to study and learn -
Her efforts did not go in vain.

Helen Keller was a great woman -
She’ll forever stay in my mind,
And I hope in the midst of her troubles,
That happiness and joy she did find.

She never bent her head, she always held it high -
She looked at the world straight in the eye.^

For ‘Makeover’ Contest - Roy Jerden
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“_______” - She used the phrase herself

* :- She used to teach people about values, when she was able to speak understandably.

The poem her classmates wrote for her :-

Beside her task our efforts pale,
She never knew the world for fail;
Beside her triumphs ours are naught,
For hers were far more dearly brought.

^ :- From her own quote - "Never bend your head. Always hold it high.                                             Look the world straight in the eye."

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Comments

My thanks may be quite short
My comments barely there 
But please don’t be offended
They are sincere, I swear

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You Came Into My Life

You came into my life unexpectedly,
and everything took a turn for the better.
Your warm eyes, your laugh,
the sincere way you speak,
and the kindness you showed me,
all became a part of my life.

As you unfolded yourself to me,
I discovered more and more beauty.
I have never seen so much
gentleness in one person.
Without even knowing it,
you were slowly making a place
for yourself in my heart.

It used to seem so hard at times
to feel so close in a relationship.
But it’s so easy to feel close to you.
I can’t tell you how nice that feels.
I realize now that I had never known
what it meant to be loved
until I was loved by you.

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Why must I Die inside?

Why must I die inside?
I am crushed inside from past experiences that I have not let go of.
I have tried to erase all the things that are holding me back.
I have tried not to remember how many times I was raped and torn apart inside.
I cannot remember when I have really and truly laughed and felt it inside.
I am pressed down with so many issues and hurt from family and friends.
I have tried to live my life with humility and honestly and Love.
I reach out to people with sincere compassion.
I want to live
Why must I die inside?

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In Silence I Stood

In silence I stood your unkindness to hear
Barbs that tore deep into my soul,
So heartless and cruel they ne'er brought a tear.

You preach that my love was never sincere
And fall prey to the evil bent lies that you're told.
In silence I stood your unkindness to hear.

So long since love and trust held me near,
Replaced with words that belittle and scold.
So heartless and cruel they ne'er brought a tear.

You call my love and my words insincere.
Here, all alone, I feel helpless and cold.
In silence I stood your unkindness to hear.

I stand and wring my hands and I fear
That the warmth in your heart to the devil's been sold.
So heartless and cruel they ne'er brought a tear.

Of my life I've given the best of my years.
In your eyes I prayed I'd never grow old.
In silence I stood your unkindness to hear,
So heartless and cruel they ne'er brought a tear.


In honor of Isaiah's contest.

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A Memorable Person

On a train going south on business
For what seemed an eternity,
I chanced upon a memorable man
Who changed the path of my destiny

He was itinerant to look at
With tatty coat and shabby shoes,
An unshaven face, his hair unkempt
And string, as a belt on his ‘trews’

He boarded the train, peoples heads dropped
For fear that his gaze they’d meet
He walked down the aisle, disappointed,
As no-one would give up a seat

I offered the seat beside me
He thanked me for making the space
I replied with a sincere ‘you’re welcome’
And a smile warmed his weathered face

He asked me about my journey
And I asked of his in return
I felt in my heart, that by talking to him
There was much about life I could learn

I bought us both refreshments
As he told of his life’s history,
Once in a while I would interject
With a small anecdote about me

Behind the shabby persona,
Was a man of intelligent mind
He’d lived on the edge in finance,
Made his fortune, left it behind

As his bank account grew he’d lost everything
His family, his friends, his wife
He’d found out, too late, and at great cost
That there was so much more to life

‘You have to stop and smell the roses,
Make some time for those you hold dear’
And as he spoke, down his rugged cheek
I saw the track of a small, salty tear
As we reached the end of our journey
He clasped my hand at our time to part,
He thanked me for my company
And told me I had a good heart

When I got to my lonely hotel room,
I called my daughters on the phone
And told them ‘we’ll be together soon
I’m taking some time off when I get home.’

Sometimes it takes a chance meeting
To give your whole life a shake
I felt I had met my ‘Hermes’
And now had decisions to make

When I got home, I made a decision
The missed years with my girls I’d amend,
My life took a different direction
All down to my indigent friend

You can’t judge a man on appearance
But if you look in their eyes you can,
I knew in the instant I gave up the seat
I had met a remarkable man.