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For all you radicals, there is a time to stand up and shout
Refuse to belong to those that choose the easy way out
For what purpose would he decree, when G-D granted us life
If not to stand firm and avoid all forms of strife
I'm a radical, to this I must admit
Always looked upon differently, as if I'm unfit
But why follow others who think they suffice
To control everyone else with the roll of their dice
Having gone through alot, one begins to discern
There's a time for discipline, and a time for concern
Stand up and be counted, you alone have begun
To realize you can be different, and still be as one
All you radicals, to you alone do I salute
Your ways may be different, but none could refute
Imagine our world, without you, what it would be
A place where individuality could never ever be Free....
Though the time has come
To say good bye
The bond we share
Will never die.
You were my friend
Yet so much more
You walked on two
I ran on four.
You touched my heart
And made me feel
A simple love
I knew was real.
You blessed my life
With your loving care
And when I needed you most
You were always there.
I want you to know
That I’m still here
I live in your heart
And I’m always near.
I’m the warm sun
Brightening your day
I’m the gentle breeze
Chasing your blues away.
My spirit is a snowflake
Dancing to the ground
You can feel my presence
In the silence all around.
Though the time has come
To say good bye
I continue to live
In the vast blue sky.
This poem was written for a very special Rottweiler named Nakita, who touched the hearts of
many with her beautiful smile and strong attitude. Due to cancer, on October 30, 2009 her
owners were forced to make that dreadful decision. Having had to make that dreadful
decision myself back in 1998, I felt their pain and wrote this poem. I then placed placed the
poem on a picture of Nakita in photoshop. I blew the picture poem up to an 8x10 and gave
it to Nakita's owners. It was a gift that made them cry, but also touched their hearts!
Take time to show
The people around you that you care
Time is an unpredictable force
When you turn around there’s no one there.
Take time to hear
Each story from the past
Handed down through generations
They must be shared in order to last.
Take time to see
The stranger standing next to you
A friend wears many faces
Only prejudice blocks the view.
Take time to listen
To what your child has to say
The clock is ticking swiftly
Tomorrow they’ll be going their own way.
Take time to ponder
The path you have followed through the years
Your mistakes became your teacher
As your courage was born from your fears.
Take time to feel
The cool grass beneath your bare feet
Life is a precious gift
Each day is a momentous treat.
From the moment we inhale that first life-giving breath,
'Til the day we exhale the inevitable rale of death,
We're allotted a few ticks of the clock for life's rocky bourne,
To champion all that is good and all that is evil to scorn!
Do we take time to bind the wounds of those we have pained,
Or ask forgiveness from those whose honor we have stained?
For the lonely, hungry and homeless regardless of their creeds,
Do we share our time and alms to supplement their needs?
Do we thank Him for the awesome universe giving us pleasure?
Do we hug our kids telling each that they are a precious treasure?
Have we taken time to mentor and encourage others along the way,
And their fears and apprehensions, have we helped to allay?
Have we taken time to console those who have suffered loss,
To walk that extra mile with them to help bear their cross?
Have we taken time to foster peace, goodwill and brotherhood,
And practice the simple, yet apt, Golden Rule as we should?
Time inexorably marches on - alas, our time on earth is fleet.
There's no turning back the clock or rewinding it to repeat,
Things left undone or hoped for during our earthly walk.
Consider this - we have just so many ticks allotted by the clock!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
I never had the chance
To hear you talk
Our time ran out
Before you could walk.
You were born with wings
A sign we knew
That the man upstairs
Would soon come for you.
They laid you in my arms
And I quietly mourned
For my dark haired angel
That I had born.
I never had the chance
To see your eyes
He took you away
With no time for good byes.
I think of you often
And wonder why
I never had the chance
To hear your first cry.
You were a special little girl
An enchanting rose
The moment I held you
Our time suddenly froze.
I never had the chance
To watch you grow
Or hear your laugh
As we played in the snow.
I never had the chance
To give you a mother’s love
But I know you’re always there
Watching over me from above.
I want to be Cinderella
For just one day
Live in an enchanted castle
And dance the night away.
I want to feel lucky
For just one day
Buy a lotto ticket
And win the big play.
I want to visit Belize
For just one day
Dive into the ocean
And watch the dolphins play.
I want to listen
For just one day
Spend time with my children
And really hear what they say.
I want to completely stop
For just one day
Enjoy life’s treasures
And take time to pray.
I want to be an angel
For just one day
Bring someone a blessing
Then mysteriously slip away.
I want to be a writer
For just one day
Touch someone’s heart
In an extraordinary way.
I want to soar like an eagle
For just one day
An icon of freedom
Inspiring the American way.
Hospital wards and waiting rooms do not take holiday breaks
When a loved one is so seriously ill it is hard to celebrate
So bravely he said in the ICU family room as strangers all drew near:
“Welcome to my Holiday Home at this special time of year.”
Some were visiting fathers whom had hearts that had given out
Some had little children there and their faith was left in doubt
He was there to be with his wife, the woman he held so dear –
“Welcome to my Holiday Home at this special time of year.”
“I know that I know none of you and I hope I am not being rude;
And I know the decorations in here really are awfully crude;
But I thought it might just help a little to bring some Christmas in here –
Welcome to my Holiday Home at this special time of year.”
They shared handshakes and hugs and told some wonderful stories
About the loved ones they were visiting and hopes of future glories
Some stress was released and strangers helped wipe each other’s tears –
“Welcome to my Holiday Home at this special time of year.”
Doctors dropped in and nurses, too, to pass along some news
Knowing that this was no place to be if anyone could choose
They saw people who once were strangers all now family, quite clear –
“Welcome to my Holiday Home at this special time of year.”
As the season came to an end some of the patients did go home
Unfortunately for others there they would leave the hospital alone
But everyone forever remembered the husband who met them with this cheer –
“Welcome to my Holiday Home at this special time of year.”