Every day has become a rerun.
Impervious to age is an untruth.
Glass is no longer half full.
Hasty decisions never turn out well.
Tough Old Bird will be my claim to fame.
Yesterdays garner most of my thoughts.
Sheltered in the arms of God.
Indolence was never my choice.
Xeroxing is replacing my memory.
Devilish details;
Torn up jeans paired with
an 800 dollar custom ring,
It takes work to look this carefree.
He is an old man now
Eighty-six in 2022.
He has not aged a day though.
He is drawn the same, only better.
We recognize his red cape and red boots.
His shiny tight-fitting suit shows off his pecs.
He has the handsome squared jaw we have always seen.
And those blue eyes! Eighty-six, really Superman?
Brother Felix Manalo
Was chosen to do God's will;
The people of the world saw
That his election was real.
The Lord God's last messenger
Came from the isles of the sea;
Called by the loving Father
To give Him praise and glory.
The first leader of the Church
Worked for near half century;
He let his countrymen search
For the truth of Almighty.
He was one God's instrument
In showing the righteous path;
Preaching the Lord's commandment,
For men to keep from His wrath.
One hundred thirty-four years
Have passed since his happy birth;
We love him in joyful tears,
We remember him in mirth.
Topic: 134th Birthday of Bro. Felix Y. Manalo (May 10,2020)
Form: Tanaga
There are about 86 billion neurons in each human brain
Methinks there are far less in some, it's desolate terrain
But others like this piece of cheese
Can stun you with such ease
Even blow my own mind, I'm on a different “plane”