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I served in the White House and was very proud to do so.
And I'd like to think that there was meaning to my life.
I saw many leaders of the world come and go,
But by my side, through it all, was my beautiful wife.
She was there in the beginning when I was very young,
Just starting out, when being a black man wasn't easy.
I received both praise and slights from the friends I was among,
But my wife kept me grounded with the love that she gave me.
I served in the White House for thirty-four years,
Serving eight Presidents and many Heads of State.
I was at the top of my field amongst all of my peers,
Savoring the good times and ignoring the hate.
I lived a full life and have memories I'll cherish
Of some who were famous and of many who were not.
I loved my job...for what more could anyone wish.
I hope people were pleased with the service they got.
For years, only a humble butler I may have been,
But I served my country in my own special way.
If I possibly could, I would do it all again.
There's no less pride in a job done well every day.
Age three, crisscross apple sauce, hands in your lap.
Age five, scooting a few inches, to let whole class in.
Age twenty-three, fresh out of college, a brand new teacher,
Criss-cross applesauce in the circle with your kindergarteners.
Age thirty-four, sitting on chair, in crisscross circle with kids.
Age forty-four, attempt at crisscross on floor, kids snickering.
Age fifty-five, on chair again, in crisscross circle with kids.
Age sixty-eight, on floor, crisscross for thirty minutes.
Legs fall asleep, can barely stand. Would kick myself if I could.
No idea this was going to happen. Standing unsteadily,
Both feet asleep. One of the third graders comes over and hugs me.
Thanks me for coming, and I cannot walk out the door yet.
Age does matter.
Charlie was as eely as a bar of soap.
I knew that in kindergarten when I saw him slip Ms. B’s bracelet into his pocket.
But I did not say anything, because it seemed funny.
He started out shoplifting, but I refused to help.
That did not satisfy him, so he was breaking into cars by the time he was eleven.
He went to live with another family, but we still got to go to school together.
By age 18, I saw his picture on the news a few time as “person of interest”.
He bragged that he could always give “the coppers the slip”, and he proved it.
He came to my college dorm room a few times to visit; he had the best stories, loud ones.
We usually looked over our stuff good and hard after he left – my roommates and me.
If you keep letting him in, we will have to move, they warned me. I had mixed feelings when they did.
Charlie and I had been good friends since kindergarten.
Seventeen years of friendship is ridiculously hard to throw away, so I decided to keep it.
Charlie finally got caught and held by the police. He was thirty-four at the time.
I had not seen him in four or five years.
I visited him in jail after his mom called me.
His stories were big and bold, outrageously funny! I laughed harder than I had laughed in years.
When I returned home, a green package of gum was missing out of my right pocket.
Slippery as an eel, Charlie was, and it made me happy.
That Charlie! I said, knowing I would go back and take more gum.
You cannot throw away a friend like Charlie.
In my youth I was wild
Crazy is a term best used
I was a hunter of the female sex
And the laws of the land I abused
I was a musician and singer
A talent I used brilliantly
Serenading the female sex
They liked singers and they liked me
What fun it was to sing my songs
And listen to the applause
Although it was just a step up
To my deceitful cause
Several times I was engaged
But all of them fell through
I introduced my first fiance
To fiance number two
That’s the way it was with me
I didn’t have a care
Life was just a play thing
And death I didn’t fear
Then one day it happened
The one who would change my life
She captured me with such ease
I knew she would be my wife
She changed me in so many ways
I cared none in the least
I was ready to settle down
We’d be Beauty and the beast.
So here I am with a wife and three kids
And thirty-four years later
Two son-in-laws and eight grand-kids
And life keeps getting greater
E-ndless love for each other
D-oes work wonderful things;
U-nder God's guidance they endure
A-ll forms of trials that life brings.
R-eal or true love remains
D-espite distress and sorrow;
O-vercoming all kinds of trouble, they hope for a brighter tomorrow.
A-gainst all odds they stay steadfast,
N-o matter what happens;
D-rifting in the stormy weather, they brave the strong winds.
L-iving together in a lifetime,
Y-ears thirty-four long, isn't easy;
N-ow is the moment to greet them,
N-uptial anniversary may be happy!
Topic: 34th anniversary of Sir EVM & Ma'am Lynn Manalo (January 02,2016)
I got to tell you from the heart.
I've been thinking about you from the start.
Ever since I saw you laying there.
It was all over whelming.
It was all unreal.
I couldn't believe what I've seen.
It felt like a bad dream.
The sight of it all
Is something
I'll never forget.
I've got to admit,
It's a memory of you
That won't go away.
I always want to remember you,
Just not that way.
It's everyday, everywhere I go
I see you in my head.
It's the little things.
Something reminds me of you,
Just a simple memory.
Times we've shared.
Moments we had.
I go to sleep an see you,
I wake up and see you again.
It's everyday I see you.
You are in my words.
You are in my thoughts.
It's like when we were young.
You would follow me,
Whereever I would go.
Even after I said no.
Only difference then,
I wanted you to go home.
Now I don't want you to.
This tragedy
Rips my heart in half.
Why couldn't you have just stayed home.
Why couldn't you have just listen,
to the one's that care about you.
You always did what you wanted,
Never what you was told.
I should of talked to you when I still had the chance,
Maybe it would of done some good.
Its To late for that now.
I can't dwell on things that
I should have done.
I wish you were alive and well.
I never knew this would happen to you.
I thought I had years with you.
To see you grow old.
I thought I would go
Before you.
That you would be standing
Over me, not me over you.
My eyes are wide open now.
I can see better than before.
I don't take life for granted.
I take everything that I touch,
All that I see, all that i feel
Everything I do, and all that I love.
I try to enjoy every little moment
With my family and friends.
Because you just don't ever know
If I will get another chance.
If the clouds burst open,
And it starts to pour down rain.
I know It belongs to you, because it's all the tears
We cried for you.
"I've got to say this poem
Is dedicated to you,
always My little sister."
Memorys of you forever
All thirty four years.
Paula Jean Carter
7-7-1982
12-4-2015
David W Carter
I am a young man from Yucatan
Trying to understand
You're an elder man from Philly
I bridge a road, a road I've build the emotional trip ever so chilly
You were born shoes you walk in where made by those...
Who dare the generations before you knew choose
How to make basics now and you
You come along you know it all too
But you can't even spin the ball
At night you watch the lights and the moon in AHHH!
Well it's not alright now
There's much you can learn from me you say wow
I've been here longer that you
Some twenty, forty, sixty, seven-plus years have I SURVIVED
NOW AT THIRTY FOUR YOU JUST TRYING TO LIVE YOUR LIFE NOW;
BRIDGE THE GAP, GAP THE BRIDGE LIVE THE LIFE GOD WANTS YOUR HEART
He wants you to live
And bridge the generation of the youth and the elderly
A passage way to the walkway to heaven is how I now live
Bridge the generations all of Gods creations
In each and every nation
The twenty year olds, the thirty year olds
The forty and so on, and so on
Must all come along for the journey
When the young take the hands of the elderly clan, and...
We walk across life Bridge together, together
We walk the bridge once forever, and ever
There's much you can learn from me
I've been here longer that you
Some twenty-four you just trying to live your life now
Bridge the gap, gap the bridge live the live God wants your heart
Bridge the generations all of Gods creations
In each and every single nation learn together fight for what's right
Subdue the wrongs we've done
and bridge the generations of the youth and the elderly
08/17/15
From
"UNO book Poetry to Bridge Generations/Elder and Youth anthology"
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
He was the most basal, nasal
Bottom slowest, lowest
relative in their family, Jess Mamily.
They were fearful and tearful,
When his parents brought him to Sunion Reuion
He was dorky, dinky, odd, a clod.
Don’t play with him, said the Suion cousins, there were dozens.
So he sat alone, writing a story, penning a poem, a friendless gnome.
His penning paid off, he wrote a killer of a best seller.
He made two hundred thousand, maybe a few dollars more.
For the Jess Mamily the public knew was adored by the ten score.
The cousins began to knock on his notoriously famous door.
But he did not open it, remembering their mistreatment of him.
A Sunion Relative, but shunned no more.
On the Mamily size, Jesse had an always sweet cousin, Jim.
Not thirty four, not even a dozen, only Jesse and him.
This cousin was embraced by him and he shared his wealth.
Their friendship firm, both happy with monetary health.
I'm a breakout star
Who's career will go far
Can't wait to drive all the fancy cars
Dreaming of a life that has no scars
I keep leaning on the ledge
My work is so cutting edge
I'm so happy I have finally been read
So I can get this insecurity out of my head
I no longer want to dread
What gets in my way or is up ahead
I've been lead one direction then the next
This world can be so complex
Always looking for what is coming next
Thirty-four years ago to the day
My life was altered in such a big way
When life spits you out a big surprise
You want to believe you are so wise
I have had to learn to live with compromise
Realizing it's not possible unless you open your eyes
Nothing in life should paralyze
Our ability to synchronize
What keeps us balanced so we can fly
Creating our direction
With a new kind of protection
That will lead us to overall perfection
Rather than hanging on to the past
That goes by way too fast
We must try and stay on task
So that I can remove this mask
That has followed me from my past
We will reach for the stars
Hoping our careers will go far
Being all that we can possibly be
Make the most of every opportunity
You never know what life turns out for us to see
When your life becomes everything you want it to be
Then you will have no more regrets
Will finally be able to put it all to rest
No longer will it cause such duress
It's all been one big test this life that I see for me
So I might know what is like to be happy successful and free
To understand the man that now lives through me
My father is not the biological father of my siblings
So I am the bridge, I am the link in the family
I, alone, carry his blood, so it is
all the more poignant, and painful that
I am the daughter who disappoints
I am the daughter who didn't join the Navy
who didn't graduate from college
who didn't marry a military man
who didn't give him a grandson
I am the literature-loving daughter of the man
who can not abide books, the man
with no patience for poetry or art or music (excepting Johnny Cash)
I am the (usually) alcohol-abstaining daughter of the man
who can not seem to show affection without the buzz of beer in him
I live in the land of rain
He has retired to sunnier plains
Still we share the same face
And, for thirty four years, the same last name
I see in me his stubborness
the same silent avoidance of problems and pain
the same wanderlust
the same silly habit of leaving keys in the door
Of hating to wait in airport lounges, in doctor's offices
the same scribbly handwriting
the same distaste for celery and peppers
For better or worse
I am not me
Without him.
7/15/18