I have had enough
Of traipsing around the shops
Looking at all the stuff
Stuff is what I call it
I don't know how else
That describes the tacky rubbish
That adorns every shelf
Where is the Christmas spirit
And the festive cheer
All I heard were moans and groans
Everything so dear
People look worried
Many looked concerned
Trying to make both ends meet
On money that they've earned
Perhaps it was the weather
The temp was 42
Shopping in the air-conned stores
Seemed the sensible thing to do
I could not blame the weather
That would be unfair
I suppose it didn't help
To stop the anxiousness out there
Young and old were sitting down
Resting and mopping their brow
Rubbing swollen ankles
Trying to get as much relief
As the heat would allow
I came back exhausted
Feeling hot and sad
Thoughts of Christmas of years gone by
And the joyous time we had
Everything was simple
Done with loving care
Most people were working class
Always ready to care
And share
With others who had even less
A spiritual feeling of kindness
And goodwill
Is it only me that feels this loss of divinity
Too much materialism
Too little Holy trinity
J-ust earn enough money,
O-r make both ends meet;
V-igorously use your hands,
E-ach job must be legal or
N-eat.
E-arnestly earn enough money,
S-ixth of March early Tuesday;
P-ay all your bills on time,
L-ive your life in a nice way.
A-lmighty God will show you
N-othing but milk and honey;
A-sk Him for bountiful blessings, as you earn enough money.
A-n individual's everyday life
I-s from dusk till dawn;
L-ong night will disappear,
E-vening yields to beacon.
E-veryday life lets you live, letting you make both ends meet;
N-ew tomorrow will come, bringing bad clime to beat.
R-ay of hope nevertheless
I-sthere for you to see;
V-iew the daily dark and blue,
E-arly twenty-fourth of January.
R-ain and light is common, so do the peace and strife;
A-im to enjoy and endure the world's everyday life.
N-ew year's life God has set
I-s a long race to complete;
C-hoose to reach the end,
A-im to make both ends meet.
C-herish the new year's life,
E-arly Monday January first;
L-ove, faith, and hope
E-rase your hunger and thirst.
S-tart to trust in God
T-o keep away from strife;
I-t's time to brave and live
A-nother new year's
L-ife.
F-all on your feet,
L-et the win be in view;
O-n the twenty-sixth of August,
R-ainfall fades from
Y-ou.
B-y falling on your feet,
A-ll odds start to vanish;
R-ugged wind disappears,
C-hill and fog diminish.
I-ntensify your vigor,
T-o make both ends meet;
A-im to win over the risk, just fall on your feet.
D-ay of the fathers
A-llows the children to greet;
Y-es, let's love all dads who make both ends meet.
O-ld or young male parent deserves the kid's respect;
F-athers all over the world want a family's future perfect.
T-he bread winner does all he can,
H-e works day and night;
E-arly in the morning, he toils neath the sunlight.
F-ruits of his hard labor
A-re enjoyed by his loved ones;
T-ill he breathes his last,
H-e will never tire even once.
E-veryday of the week,
R-egard to them really matters;
S-unday eighteenth of June is the day of the fathers.
M-aking both ends meet
A-ims to get it all right;
R-esource of daily needs
I-s clearly in
S-ight.
A-s you make both ends meet,
N-ice things are on the way;
T-o make you feel satisfied
O-n the thirteenth of May.
N-o way will you ever
I-gnore to show your feat;
O-ne work at a time, making both ends meet.
( Coming home from the mill. )
Air full of smog from dirty factory chimney
people walking around square quite nimbly,
grey clouds above small terraces workers abodes
typical northern town with narrow cobbled roads,
Local shop owners struggle to make both ends meet
children with no socks or shoes on their feet,
family men hope for a day's work to pay rent
to feed all his children that to him were god sent,
wives with baskets looking for bargain goods
so poor though happy with their neighborhoods,
men hope to earn extra money for a small bet
women on hands and knees cleaning door step,
clean clothes pegged out uniformly on washing line
smell of fresh linen, carbolic or fragrant pine,
sparse food deliveries are made by horse and carts
factory workers full of hope and bleeding hearts,
communities of northern England full of respect
where life was so hard and would never be perfect.
Composed 25th April 2017.
Contest:-celebration of art.
This is why I pray
To the Lord God Almighty;
It's because of His command
That I call upon Him faithfully.
Not only weak but also frail I am,
Vulnerable to pain and sorrow;
But because of fervent prayer,
I won't wane but glow and grow.
Life is fraught not only by trial
But also by temptation;
With my plea begging for mercy,
God will hear my supplication.
I have sinned against the Lord,
Though it's not what I want to do;
Through the intercession of His Son,
I'm forgiven by the Father, so true.
How can I make both ends meet?
How can I have all that I need?
The loving Father is the sole provider,
My cry for help He'll surely heed.
Sickness spares no one,
Even the doctor gets ill;
The Lord is the perfect physician,
No disease He cannot heal.
For all the blessings He bestowed on me,
So much thanks I have to say;
In His holy temple He waits for me,
This is why I pray.
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