Or a loving word to say,
Do not wait till you forget it,
But whisper it today;
The tender word unspoken,
The letter never sent,
The long forgotten messages,
The wealth of love unspent -
For these some hearts are breaking,
For these some loved ones wait;
So show them that you care for them
Before it is too late.
Frank Herbert Sweet
The unobtrusive, friendly things,
The "won't-you-let-me-help-you" things
That make our pathway light-
And it's just the jolly, joking things,
The "never-mind-the-trouble" things,
The "laugh-with-me, it's funny" things
That make the world seem bright.
For all the countless famous things,
The wondrous, record-breaking things,
Those "never-can-be-equalled" things
That all the papers cite,
Aren't like the little human things,
The everyday-encountered things,
Those "just-because-I-like-you" things
That make us happy quite.
So here's to all the simple things,
The dear "all-in-a-day's-work" things
The "smile-and-face-your-troubles" things,
Trust God to put them right !
The "done-and-then-forgotten" things,
The "can't-you-see-I-love-you things,
The hearty "I-am-with-you" things
That make life worth the fight.
When you're tired and worn at the close of the day
And things just didn't seem to be going your way,
When even your patience has come to an end,
Try taking time out and confide in a friend.
Perhaps he too may have walked the same road
With a much troubled heart and a burdensome load,
To find peace and comfort somewhere near the end,
When he stopped long enough to confide in a friend.
For then are most welcome a few words of cheer,
For someone who willingly lends you an ear.
No troubles exist that time cannot mend,
But to get quick relief, just confide in a friend.
Wouldn't this old world be better
If the folks we meet would say -
"I know something good about you !"
And treat us just that way ?
Wouldn't it be fine and dandy
If each handclasp, fond and true,
Carried with it this assurance -
"I know something good about you !"
Wouldn't life be lots more happy
If the good that's in us all
Were the only thing about us
That folks bothered to recall ?
Wouldn't life be lots more happy
If we praised the good we see ?
For there's such a lot of goodness
In the worst of you and me !
Wouldn't it be nice to practice
That fine way of thinking, too ?
You know something good about me;
I know something good about you.
stages in my life beginning at about age 15. I'm NOT a
poet and I know it, but these are a reflection on my past.
I found a love so very true and took him by the hand.
We traveled far away from hate and kissed till dawn each night
I knew the joys of happiness - he shoved away my fright.
Then we faced a wall of stone - doubt and jealousy within
Soon our love was tumbling down and no one seemed to win.
He doubted all I felt inside - I feared he wasn't true
I grew tired of loving him and he longed for someone new.
The world sure wrecked our haven - the walls no longer stand
So I'm back upon that spoon, inside that troubled land.
Drown your grief in tears of sorrow
Life is just more time to borrow
Ramblin' further on.
Hate will give no song to sing
Love is just a passing thing
People meet and try to cling
Ramblin' further on.
Broken hearts are hard to mend
Souls of steel will never bend
I ain't got no dime to lend
Ramblin' further on.
Deep within, the secrets hide
Goin' for an easy ride
Told the truth, well, maybe lied
Ramblin' further on.
Never found an open door
Guess that's why I took no more
Livin' seemed an awful chore
Now my soul is ramblin' on.
My music takes the place of dreams when all is said and done.
There's always music in my head - it's been there all my life
Memories buried, come alive and make me warm inside.
All the words seem to say what I feel, as if they were written by me.
The songwriter is the dreamer and I am a part of his dream.
Exploring young love in the light of the moon.
From the moment she saw him - yes, right from the start,
She knew that she loved him, so she gave him her heart.
And though the years have changed them - one thing is still very clear
A love like theirs can't be destroyed... by people, time or tears
Never dreamed all these years would pass by so soon
A girl and a boy - a Sunday in June.
But the "you" I saw when I arrived was not my dearest friend !
You seemed to look right through me - made me wish I'd never came
And all along you're telling me that you still feel the same.
Yesterday I spoke to you - you're always so mysterious
You said you just be devastated if you thought our problems were serious.
I have this urge to run away, so maybe this nightmare will end;
But running won't take away the pain of losing my dearest friend.
I really WAS a happy person back then, although you can't tell
by the poems. It just seems I always write when I'm sad or confused. :-)
I say a loving thanks
We've covered lots of inner ground
While tightening our shanks.
We've talked of poetry and clothes
And recipes and mothers
Decor and war and kids
And our significant male others.
We've talked of social policy,
Of things we love and fear
Of hate and weight and films and books,
And aids was big this year.
Together we have laughed and cried
And grown a little older
Without you all, my world would seem
Much lonelier, much colder.
And so, once more, my loving thanks
To friends who last and last
May we continue walking slow
And talking very fast.
