Jackie's Poetry Page

• A Prayer for Those Growing Old
• I Can't Tie My Shoelace
• Don't Ever Fall in Love
• Little Things Mean A Lot
• Listen to the Children

A PRAYER FOR THOSE GROWING OLD

Lord, Thou knowest I am growing older. 
Keep me from becoming talkative and possessed with the idea 
     that I must express myself on every subject.
Release me from the craving to straighten out everyone’s affairs.
Keep me from the recital of endless detail.    
Give me wings to get to the point.  
Seal my lips when I am inclined to tell of my aches and pains.
They are increasing with the years and my love to speak of them grows 
     sweeter as time goes by.
Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be wrong.
Make me thoughtful but not nosey; helpful but not bossy.  
With my vast store of wisdom and experience 
     it does seem a pity not to use it at all.    
But Thou knowest, Lord, that I want a few friends at the end.  
				Amen

I CAN'T TIE MY SHOELACE!

I can't tie my shoelace!
Would you tie them up, please?
My toys are misplaced!
Could you give me these?

I can't do my homework,
Can you do it for me?
I don't have any pencils,
Would you spare some for free?

I've done something wrong,
Hide me from that cop, 
I can't find any work,
Could you get me a job?

I've nowhere to live,
Please buy me a house,
I don't have a husband,
Please find me a spouse.

Now that I'm old,
I don't have any wealth,
Because I never did really,
Do anything by myself

DON'T EVER FALL IN LOVE

Did you ever fall in love and know they didn't care?
Did you ever feel like crying but know you would get nowhere?
Did you ever look into their eyes and say a little prayer?
Did you ever look into their hands and wish your hands were there?
Did you ever wonder where they are and wonder if they are true?
One minute you'll find happiness and the next you'll find your blue?
The days go by so fast the months turn into years
For love that was so strong has now turned into tears.
With their heart of happiness you'll wonder day and night.
Remember that they are going to leave no matter how hard you fight.
Don't ever fall in love my friend the price you'll pay is high.
If I could choose between life and death I would rather choose to die.
And so my friend don't fall in love you'll be hurt before it's through
You see my friend I ought to know..because I fell in love with you.

                            By: Summer Austen

Little Things Mean A Lot

Blow me a kiss across the room;
Say I look nice when I'm not.
Touch my hair as you pass my chair:
Little things mean a lot.

Give me your arm as we cross the street;
Call me at six on the dot.
A line a day when you're far away;
Little things mean a lot.

Give me your hand when I've lost the way;
Give me your shoulder to cry on.
Whether the day is bright or gray,
Give me your heart to rely on.

Give me the warmth of a secret smile,
To show me you haven't forgot;
For now and forever, for always and ever,
Little things mean a lot.

~Words/music by Edith Lindeman and Carl Stutz
  Copywrite 1954

~Listen to the Children~

Teddy, I've been Bad again,
My Mommy told me so;
I'm not quite sure what I did wrong,
But I thought that you might know.
When I woke up this Morning,
I knew that she was Mad;
Cause she was Crying awful hard,
And yelling at my Dad.

I tried my best to be real Good,
And do just what she said;
I cleaned my room all by Myself,
I even made my Bed.

But I spilled Milk on my good Shirt,
When she Yelled at me to Hurry;
And I guess she didn't hear me,
When I told her I was Sorry.

Cause she Hit me awful Hard, you see,
And called me funny Names;
And told me I was really Bad,
And I should be Ashamed.

When I said, "I Love YOU, Mommy,"
I guess she didn't understand;
Cause she yelled at me to shut my Mouth.
Or I'd get Smacked again.

So I came up here to Talk to you,
Please Tell Me What to Do;
Cause I really Love My Mommy,
And I know she Loves Me, too.

And I don't think my Mommy means,
To Hit me quite so Hard;
I guess sometimes, grown ups forget.
How really Big they are.

So Teddy, I wish you were Real,
And you weren't just a BEAR;
Then you could Help me find a way.
To tell Mommies Every Where.

To Please try hard to understand.
How SAD it makes us Feel;
Cause the outside Pain soon goes a way,
But the Inside never Heals.

And if we could make them Listen,
Maybe then they'd understand;
So other Children just like Me,
Wouldn't have to HURT again.

But for now, I guess I'll Hold you Tight,
And pretend the Pain's not there;
I know You'd never Hurt Me,
So Goodnight, Teddy Bear...