"Poetry V"

This Day Is A Rose

This day is a rose in the morning light

It's dewy petals are folded tight

As the hours go by, the petals unfold

So they shine in the mid-day, likes purest gold

Its' fragrance grows sweeter, each passing hour

When evening falls, it's a full-blown flower

May each day of your life, bring gladness that grows and blooms in your heart like a beautiful rose.

The Things We Give Away

When we give away a flower
Its fragrance stays behind
Like a special little "Thank you"
For doing something kind.

When we give away a pleasant word
To cheer someone's distress
The glow of it remains with us
To bring us happiness.

When we give away a loving smile
To lighten someone's heart
Our own is always lightened
By the love that we impart.

In fact, the sweetest things of all
That bring us joy each day
Are not the ones we try to keep
But those we give away!!!!

{{{{HUGS}}}}

There's something in a simple hug 
That always arms the heart;
It welcomes us back home
And makes it easier to part.

A hug's a way to share the joy
And sad times we go through;
Or just a way for friends to say 
They like you 'cause you're you.

Hugs are meant for anyone
for whom we really care,
From your Grandma to your neighbor,
Or a cuddly teddy bear.

A hug is an amazing thing
It's just the perfect way
To show the love we're feeling
But can't find the words to say.

It's funny how a little hug
Makes everyone feel good;
In every place and language,
It's always understood.

And hugs don't need new equipment,
Special batteries or parts,
Just open up your arms
And open up your hearts.

Today I Smiled

Today I smiled and all at once
Things didn't look so bad.
Today I shared with someone else,
A bit of hope I had.
Today I sang a little song,
And felt my heart grow light,
And walked a happy little mile,
With not a cloud in sight.
Today I worked with what I had
And longed for nothing more,
And what had seemed like only weeds,
Were flowers at my door.
Today I loved a little more,
Complained a little less,
And in the giving of myself,
Forgot my weariness.

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Life

Don't you wish when life is bad
and things just don't compute
that all we really had to do 
was stop and hit reboot?

Things would all turn out ok
life could be so sweet
if we had those special keys
ctrl and alt delete.

Your boss is mad, your bills not paid,
your wife, is well she's just mute.
Just stop and hit those wonderful keys
that make it all reboot.

You'd like to have another job
you fear living in the street?
You solve it all and start anew
ctrl and alt delete!!

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