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When I was young and green
The world and time were mine to own,
I believed I was invincible
And careless seeds were sown.
Candle burning at both ends,
And other signs I should have seen,
But I was young and green.
While I played at love and life
My Summer blazed and days flew by.
I glanced away and they were gone
In the blinking of an eye.
Summer wine's a potent brew,
But still I drained each goblet dry,
And Summer days flew by.
When Autumn tiptoed in
As soft and subtle as a dream.
Still slightly drunk on Summer wine
I missed the signs I should have seen.
No sound it made as it appeared,
So crystalline and clean,
And subtle as a dream.
Now Winter's at my door,
I'm near the ending of the line,
All I have left are fading memories,
Some sweet, some gall like bitter wine.
And a poignant truth's revealed,
Each day I've lived was borrowed time,
And the world was never mine.
I've some remorse but few regrets,
I've let the chips fall where they would.
Of all the bad things that I've said and done,
Some have been balanced by the good.
I've been to heaven and to hell,
I've weathered every storm and strife,
And that's all there is to tell
Of the seasons of my life.
I like friendly, friendly is nice
The wave, the nod, the smile's the fuel we use to get through life
Restores faith in humanity, reduces the insanity of social fabric fraying
Courtesy and manners, just like your mother said
Aren't less important now, just because you got ahead
Payback is reciprocal and karma's always cyclical
Cynical's inimical to the prosper you can foster if you follow her advice
The wave, the nod, the wink's the link, the lubricant of life
It shortens all the miles and trials, the troubles and the strife
The longer that it takes to learn, the more you let the candle burn
Clock's been ticking, what's been licking soon's been licked
No wick is going to outlive its turn upon the wheel of life
As I close in rapidly on my 77th birthday
I reflect on what's happened in my life
Sometimes filled with joy and fulfillment
At times with heartache and strife
Eternally grateful for each moment I've spent
On this wonderful ride through the years
Couldn't have asked for a more exciting journey
Mixed with laughter and my share of tears
Though I don't own a rich villa in Spain
Wouldn't change things for a million bucks
Surrounded by friends and all my loved ones
I've had more than my share of good luck
So I owe a debt of gratitude to the folks
Whose paths crossed mine through the years
A great big thanks and many good wishes
These are memories I'll always hold dear
1 Have you failed in your plan of your storm-tossed life?
Place you hand in the nail-scarred hand;
Are you weary and worn from its toil and strife?
Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand.
Chorus:
Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand,
Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand;
He will keep to the end, He's your dearest friend,
Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand.
2 Are you walking alone through the shadows dim?
Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand;
Christ will comfort your heart, put your trust in Him,
Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand. [Chorus]
3 Would you follow the will of the risen Lord?
Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand;
Would you live in the light of His blessed Word?
Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand. [Chorus]
4 Is your soul burdened down with its load of sin?
Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand;
Throw your heart open wide, let the Savior in,
Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand. [Chorus]
Source: Baptist Hymnal 2008 #513
Copied from the internet. This has been running through my head.
Compassion’s heart, mercy’s gentle touch
angel’s wings speed to scenes
of blood, guts and gore
Where, O where has the god of history seen this before …
From the narrow passage at Thermopylae
to the other side of the Rubicon
From the bloody invasion of Jerusalem
to the feats of Genghis Kahn
From the legends of Clara Barton
and Florence Nightingale
to the haunting sirens of Red Cross Trucks
traversing World War One and Two's living hells
When will mankind follow the path of those who treasure life
lay down their arms ~ end war’s woe and strife
Solitude
Away from life's attitude
Not seeking gratitude
Not wishing anyone to be around
Nor do I want found
Rather watch as life drives on by
Get along I try
Usually I cry
Walking alone through life
A heart full of strife
Try to walk around
The people I have found
Hide
My time I bide
Wish I might
Beat the fright
Step into the light
Find my way
Make it through the day
Just trying to reach my tomorrow
This land of no sorrow
For a change no tears
No fears
Holding me down are the years
No cure
For a heart that's pure
Life is
Bliss
The lips engaged in a kiss
The death of a wish
Not just some pretty dish
The birth of hope
Plenty of rope
The patients to cope
Till I get my head.on straight
Life can be great
Hope gets me by
But no matter how hard I try
Seems I cry
Lost in what could be
All that I see
A moment in time
Words that rhyme
Get me by
No lie
I really try
Walk alone
Love shown
The words in my head
Heart is heavy as lead
I hope I win instead
The dreams I sold
As my body grows old
A tear
For fear
That I feel
Make me a deal
Passion
Lost in fashion
Forever sleep
Never to again weep
Lost in my own why
But still I try
Walking under a naked sky
Time is the time was time never to be
Longing to be free
From the battlefield within
Those without sin
Know not where I have been
Peace of mind
So hard to find
Darkness falls
Hidden behind these walls
Strength
Lifting me to go the length
I don't wish to cry
Nor die
But the path grows weary
Life's dreary
Lost is my way
Rainy is the day
What can I say
Somewhere in that distant sky
The answers lie
I must make is through
Only thing to do
Keep going forward
Ever toward
My tomorrows
Past all of life's sorrows
Till one day I look around and see
That all along I was already free
That's how life seems to be
In a world
That promises
To take me alive
For years we lost tears
Sing a soft hymn for me
I’m the last one to die
So vital are these hours
There was a time I blossomed
Amongst flowers colorless
Enduring this mishandling
This absence of life
Has brought about
A crucial understanding
My most precious yet precise nights
Moments a strife
The timeliness of our departure
Has bound us a task due incomplete
The misfortune
That settles before my feet
The dust seemingly bothers me not
Memories equal days
I may or may not have forgot
From villages to standard living
We feel age
Then elder we become
A privilege
Decent to In
Comfort
Has brought about a day’s end
“Because we are flowers
We are promised expiration
But we live again”
Form:
THE FOG
The man was staring out into the fog upon the gray morning
It had been three days of confusion and of a mental fog that had clouded his judgment upon the actions of other people.
What he saw during the first day was a chance to be different and smile upon contributing a difference to the world.
During the second day, he saw the gathering of people who only came to fill the goals of strife and circumstance, rather than the potential bliss of being with those they loved.
During the third day, it began upon the eve of the night. He saw many doing the same as they had done on the second day, rather than reconciliation for the day was going to be over and the fourth day would begin a new; the people took for granted what they had when others did not have it.
After seeing all this, he turned from the fog and looked away into the direction of the past. Of course, this past was the future, as the man was living in a present. With thoughts racing inside his head, he began to believe that he needed to see the ungratefulness of others before he could truly be grateful for what he had and what he would have. Little did the man know That Allah was watching and guided him in the footsteps of true peace.
pretend pumpkin, faux witch, ghastly ghost and mummy
paraded through Halloween’s trick-or-treat with a dummy
Not a person, but rather a frightening, freaky doll
they used it to make their demands sound less small
Our child needs candy, they would say to each host
Especially good at a pleading voice was the ghastly ghost
the doll was a prop they probably did not need
because along the way they found Johnny Appleseed
Johnny Appleseed was a hit at every house they hit
He told caramel apple stories, that helped a bit.
“Trick or treat” they sang in unison, friends for life.
Collecting sweet candy without worry or strife.
I find it complicated
When I feel very much jaded
I find it oh so extremely hard these days
To express myself as a bard in many ways
It’s simply shameful to say the least
That I was introduced to the dark beast
It’s simply shameful to say I’m worse off tremendously
If I’m falling away on the edge of ecstatic, enigmatic negativity
You don’t listen to what I say, what I say
You talk nonchalantly all night and day
Your eyes still glisten and it does what it may
But, do you really obey or do you turn away?
Don’t know what I’m doing here
But, I’m so full of fear, my dear
I need a reason to believe in myself once more
Give me a season of growth and security to soar
My hopes are shattered into utter smithereens
Waiting for happiness in store to intervene
With my sadness to the core in my pre-teens…
For, I’m handsome in my pain left unseen
Your keen, green eyes glimmer anew
Your monstrous, disastrous love flu
Got me under your dazzling, insidious spell
Dark and sinister was my thoughts of pell-mell
I’ve been awfully misunderstood for several, mindless ages…
Never really realizing that I’ve been through so many phases
Recognizing myself in another light all over again…once again…
Wandering in the woods of my mind, ending up in your den
Since I was born,
I was so forlorn…
Wondering when is the time I grow up and find
That all the happiness inside was truly left behind
I could’ve sworn
I have been torn…
Pondering how in the world I got into this stage in life
That has brought me so much bitterness and strife
This monster is devouring all of me deep down
Maddening, distressing anxiety is my crown
And from the inside out,
I’ve been sprawled with doubt and I’m left to roam another route (and I angrily shout)
And from the outside in,
I don’t know where to begin when I am left with this abominable sin (mercilessly from within)
I don’t know where to begin — my faith is rather paper thin —
When God forgives my sins from within and I’m His earnest kin
I find His mercy complicated, yet simply full of prudent brilliance
This jaded, pensive poet I once was but now, I find true significance