Take me back to age six
When I wasn't full of so many, sceptics
Take me back to the dreams
I shared with you when you were still alive
Take me back to the feels
The feels to strive to thrive when I still had the drive
Take me back to age five
Where I would jive just to see you arrive
Take me back to the times
Times I didn't have to fight just to survive
Take me back to my height
Where I'd try with all my might just to reach
Take me back to when you would preach
Whenever you had a lesson to teach
Saying o tla mpontsha "speech"
Take me back to to trends
Before I'd burn the candle at both ends
Take me back to having friends
Before I knew how everybody just pretends
Before my pen would offend
But the only memory my brain sends,
Is to the time where your life ends
The time everybody had something to recommend
Not forgetting the time I would spend
Trying to get my broken heart to mend
Tell me did you really intend,
to leave her for us to depend?
All your 'firstborn' cares about is her friends
Do you know how many rules she bends?
Us she'd never tend to defend
Yeah, nice funeral mom, pity you couldn't attend.
Burn the candle at both ends,
Using the fire deep inside;
The desire to do the task
Is ignited far and wide.
To live at a hectic pace
Is just having a hard time;
The volume of the duty
Is like a mountain to climb.
Long hours work without rest
Makes us real vulnerable;
Both body and mind may be
Exposed or susceptible.
Working late into the night
Shows earnest, zeal, and ardor;
Starting early in the morn
Even validates vigor.
Let's serve God with all our might,
From dawn till the sun descends;
Every moment of our lives,
Burn the candle at both ends.
I am a teacher
Eager beaver
Full of beans
I build bridges
And burn the candle at both ends
I am a teacher
Cap in hand
Full of the milk of human kindness
I fight tooth and nail
To make my pupils see reason
I am a teacher
As hard as nails
Face like thunder
I resent cheap shots
And the breaking of every rule in the book
I am a teacher
With a carrot and a stick
I bring my pupils to heel
I reward who reach for the moon
I clip pupils’ wings
If they go far and off the rails
I am a teacher
Not a mouse potato
And not behind the times either
I am all ears
I bare my soul to my pupils
I make them explore all avenues
And go the extra mile
I am a teacher
I have my heart set on giving
It is a long row to hoe
I will make headway
Pull out all the stops
And hang in there
That’s what I have on the brain.
December 17th, 2015
The tree of life is torn
Between the darkness and the light
Unable to conclude or choose
Which is morally right
And in all the fury
The tree of life is struck
By a bolt of indecision
And it withers to the ground
through the conclaves of sullen asps
one could grasp a reason for being
perhaps its in the changing of the season
burn the candle at both ends
we shall discover it as the mystery unfolds
Let abundant energies ............... burn
Late into the night as ................. the
Light of a flickering .................... candle
Throws reflected shadows .......... at
Mirrored walls, while we ............. both
Bathe in pleasure till music .......... ends.
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Contest: End Line Word
Sponsor: HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Placed 1st
"Pleasure Seekers burn the candle at both ends."
STRESSED
Sometimes when things begin to close in,
I'd like to sit down and chill out,
Find someplace to just get away,
And refigure what life's all about.
Sometimes it seems life's too full of demands,
My talents are spread way too thin.
There aren't enough hours to be found found in one day,
My duties begin but don't end.
Life cannot be just all work and no play,
Our youth is gone way too soon.
Think I'll start chilln' out before it's too late,
Learn to sing me a brand new tune.
It's good to know duty and good to know fun,
And when each begins and when ends.
One must learn life is filled with both duty and fun.
Learn to organize so it all blends.
Judy Ball
If you burn the candle at both ends you run out of candle too fast.
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