Made a candle from my ear wax
It allows me to see things more clearly
Made a pillow from my belly button lint
I can still hear it grumbling
Bought a nose hair trimmer
Don’t ask
Made a “you too” video
My pet slug ran away
It took him three weeks
Had the bird’s wings clipped
Now he sits there muttering WTF
The teacher said “take a seat”
I did…they made me bring it back
Taught a centipede to tap dance
Big mistake
Gave a mouse a cookie
See above
Let a sleeping dog lie
He ran for Congress
Hung a wet paint sign
On the Rose Bush
Buttered the bread on both sides
Just to be sure
All I've ever accumulated was
pride
Everything I've accomplished was
me by my side.
I gave praise to me, my beauty,
my knowledge and my
skills,
I sought out the praise from
others, and boy was it a
thrill.
I challenge anyone who thought
they were better than
me,
No one stepped up, as far as
my eyes could see.
For I only saw me, myself
and I,
I'd prospered quickly, I had
multiplied.
But then life fell hard on me,
It's the kind of thing that
brings you quickly to
your knees.
I stood with nothing, not even
pride,
I lower my head in shame, I closed
my eyes.
I said in a whisper because I felt
so ashamed,
"Please forgive me in
Jesus' name."
Happily retired as a senior,
I sang with the choirs.
Played the piano for the birthdays and teas,
To an appreciative audience.
Wrote two books, "Living with God",
The "Sounds of Christmas".
I had my poems featured in the Heritage Glen Letter,
They photographed me with my trophy as an award winning poet.
I had my very own Art Exhibit as an artist,
Friends and relatives came, this was a catered affair also.
Appeared in the 2017 calendar,
What an honor that was.
My poem "Friendships" and my "St. Patrick's Day" poem appeared,
I continue to write poems, my favorite hobby.
Painting and drawing is a continuous hobby,
I like to give them to my relatives and friends.
Good ways to keep busy as a senior,
I thank God for blessing me this way.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Watch documentaries bout where we're from
Rather that those about the future, or who we've become
Their incredible accomplishments
Their structures so immense
Without today's advances, imagine how they were done
Climbing the Mountain
I thought I’d climb the mountain
It wasn’t very high;
I thought for sure I’d climb it;
Someday before I die.
It was ever my ambition;
It was on my Bucket list.
As soon as that was finished
And I had taken care of this.
Then the climb proved too expensive;
I had no money for my pack.
And I feared that once I climbed it;
I could never make it back.
I thought I’d climb the mountain
It was my sole desire;
I thought for sure I’d climb it,
After I retired.
But my body got to fragile,
My eyesight grew to dim.
So to make it up that mountain now;
My chances are to slim.
I thought I’d climb the mountain.
It just makes me want to cry.
Cause I thought for sure I’d climb it.
Someday before I die,
Don't put off until tomorrow
What you can do today.
If you want to climb a mountain.
Do it now without delay.
This To Will Pass Away
He worked a lifetime on an ageless thing,
An ideal, lofty and high.
But there was one who whispered.
"This to, will die".
They carved a statue out of stone,
And swore that it would stay.
But like a man made out of dust.
This soon was gone away.
One gathered fortunes vast and sure,
And boasted with a song.
Naked he stood before his God.
His fortunes to were gone.
Build what you will and watch it fall;
Tis but a game we mortals play.
For life is fleeting as the wind;
And all to soon will pass away.
God alone stands straight and sure.
In His well-ordered rim.
However fine our work is vain.
Unless we work for Him.
With bowed head I labor on;
In tears from day to day.
Yet in each new sorrow I find hope.
Thank God this to, will pass away.
A Pocket Full of Dreams
What do you do at the end of the day,
When you come to the end of the road?
When you lay down your burdens and enter the rest.
When you lay down life’s heavy load.
What do you do when you walk though the door.
And find all is not what it seems?
For there in your pocket as you walk through that gate.
Is a parcel of unfinished dreams.
Life is so busy with expedient things,
And attend to it all we must.
Voices cry out for attention it seems.
The turmoil makes quite a fuss.
But what do you do at the end of the road.
When your life is finished and spent?
When you’ve not taken time for the dreams that you had,
Or used the gifts you were lent?
Won’t you be sad at the end of the road?
To find it’s not all that it seems
When you reach in your pocket and find waiting there.
A parcel of unfinished dreams.
My senior retirement years,
I enrolled in Art Class.
I learned to love Art,
I painted a picture of our Lutheran church .
Then my favorite holiday igls, Austria,
Was such a good memory and I painted a picture of the town.
I went onto to draw many pictures,
My favorite is the picture of the magician.
The sunflower is another favorite picture,
My children had brought me a sunflower and i thought i have to draw a picture.
I gave my relatives and friends pictures I had drawn,
They really appreciated that, my friend Robert gave me a beautiful hug and kiss when I gave him two of my pictures.
I had an Art Exhibit which I thought was exciting,
A few friends came to visit.
Now I am at Art Class and continue to love painting,
Recently I painted a picture of a Santa.
Good to have hobbies as a senior,
I dream of publishing a book with my Art.
God blesses us as seniors.
I am truly thankful each and every day
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz.
Accomplishments
There is a lot of things I haven't done
I finished and completed what I could
I like to be lazy and have some fun
But sometimes I can feel misunderstood
I try to balance what I feel is right
I have my habits, they are hard to adjust
But it is hard to change overnight
sometimes it feels like it is unjust
I feel like I need to do something now
I will try to do my best to fix it
But I am still trying to think how
I am a big slacker I hate to admit
So that is me, my personality
And yes, that is my reality.
they said i wouldnt even finish high school because of my act.
college is now where im at.
im going to climb the highest ladder and paint my dreams on the walls.
if they deact me again im going to show i climbed and didnt fall.
at first it was hard and there was a point that i said i wasnt able to go on.
when one judge you that you have to prove they is wrong.
there is success and im going on......
im going to climb the highest ladder and paint my dreams on the walls.
if they deact me again im going to show i climbed and didnt fall.
what makes you scared is only the fear of making you strong.
im here doing it all alone.
im standing here telling you you said i wouldnt make it to the end.
you was there when i faced you with my diploma and said say it again.
when one talk down they make us strong!
im going to climb the highest ladder and paint my dreams on the walls.
if they deact me again im going to show i climbed and didnt fall.
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