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Retirement Plan
Dr. James E. Martin
©February, 2013
Now that I’ve reached a ripe old age,
I sit on the porch and sip sweet tea.
Some may question the wisdom in this,
My response is simply, “It works for me!”
Jealousy is undoubtedly fostered in some,
For that matter anger may surely arise.
I simply continue in my well designed plan
And know that many my life they despise.
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Bad Day for a Bike Ride
Dr. James E. Martin
©May, 2013
He rode his bike up the hill,
Amazed that he could do it still.
On the way down,
A surprise he found,
He experienced an unexpected spill.
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Hot Rod
Dr. James E. Martin
©January, 2014
His hot rod was way too fast.
His lot was quickly cast.
He felt the need
For continual speed,
No gas station was ever passed.
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Boy and His Scooter
Dr. James E. Martin
©January, 2014
The scooter scooted along
As he sang his favorite song.
He hit a big bump,
And took quite a lump,
On the scooter he does not belong!
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It’s natural to sometimes question God
When you’ve a long and tiring way trod.
The wrong often comes as knowledge you’re pursuing,
Implying that He knows not what He’s doing.
To know that He knows what’s best for us
Is sufficient knowledge to completely Him trust.
He knew the end before it even started
Even though to us this was never imparted.
Solomon in his wisdom did rightly write,
Trust completely in God and His great might.
To trust in your own understanding, ‘tis true
Is a thing you never should think to do.
He said to trust God with all your heart,
And from your own way to quickly depart.
To know a happy and prosperous end,
Entirely, completely, on Him depend.
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A WARRIOR’S TEARS
Dr. James E. Martin
September, 2013
He is nearing the end of another tour.
He counts the days till the end.
Through continued battles he must endure.
He prays for a buddy to mend.
One gravely injured in a recent attack,
His future uncertain, at best.
He cannot find solace as he pushes back
For a much needed moment of rest.
One buddy injured, another deceased,
He tries his emotions to contain.
Holding his buddy as his spirit is released
There is no way to relate to his pain.
He sits there with tears running down his cheek,
He wonders what tomorrow will bring.
No one will call him frail or weak,
In combat it’s an unheard of thing!
Many will never this scene comprehend,
They’re too busy to pause to reflect.
For the many that expired where duty did send
Let us never forget to respect!
Yes, freedom’s price is extremely high!
Multitudes have found this to be true!
Instead of complaining and questioning why,
Be thankful that warriors do what they do!
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There often is found, in many little towns,
A place where old-timers still gather around.
Not only old-timers, but “youngsters”, as well,
Especially on Sundays, they “stay for a spell.”
Some would argue, and say to you,
It’s because there’s nothing else to do.
This may satisfy a question in their mind,
I think, however, another reason you’ll find.
It’s here that folks have gathered, for years,
To sing, to worship, even shed a few tears.
It is here they sometimes bury their dead,
It is here they consistently hear the Word read.
It’s at this place, though rare to find,
People find solace and peace of mind.
It is here that the Bible is still believed,
And its message is, without doubt, received.
There often is found, in many little towns,
A place where old-timers still gather around.
Not only old-timers, but “youngsters”, as well,
Especially on Sundays, they “stay for a spell.”
Some would argue, and say to you,
It’s because there’s nothing else to do.
This may satisfy a question in their mind,
I think, however, another reason you’ll find.
It’s here that folks have gathered, for years,
To sing, to worship, even shed a few tears.
It is here they sometimes bury their dead,
It is here they consistently hear the Word read.
It’s at this place, though rare to find,
People find solace and peace of mind.
It is here that the Bible is still believed,
And its message is, without doubt, received.
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Nervous Bride
Dr. James E. Martin
©May, 2013
Her wedding day was drawing near.
She tried to hide her fear.
The more she tried,
The more she cried.
Would anxiety ever disappear?
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He excitedly grabbed his bag of clubs,
He drove to the course that day.
He had no qualms about not going to work
He merely wanted to play.
He briskly walked to tee number one,
He smartly teed the ball.
He swung his driver with gusto immense
He never saw it off the tee fall.
After time he realized to his dismay
The ball lay right by the tee.
He never did completely understand
Why the ball did not speedily flee.
After quickly replacing the misplaced ball
He gave it a hearty blow.
He watched it slice off into the rough
Where he never intended it to go.
This first hole ended with strokes very high
It actually was only the first.
It made him soon begin to think
He probably should have better rehearsed.
In actuality he should have at work stayed
And completed those unfinished tasks.
He probably will this message convey
In case anyone ever asks.
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The Hooky, Cookie, Rookie
Dr. James E. Martin
©January, 2014
They say his nick-name is “Cookie.”
From school he’d often play hooky.
He was no fool,
Was actually quite cool,
It is evident he was no rookie.
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