The Poetry Of Millard R. Prestridge Christian Businessman / Poet Crystal Springs, Mississippi
Author's Note
These poems and devotional thoughts were written
over a period of many years and are published here to
complete what my friend Dr. Clyde Muse, President of
Hinds Community College, Raymond, Missisippi,
started when he edited and printed a book of poems
and devotional thoughts that I had written.
If you enjoy reading these as much as I did writing
them, you should thank Dr. Muse fo the start that he
gave me.
Millard R. Prestridge
Special Note
I would like to dedicate this book to my wife Edith,
who has been my companion and helpmate for a
period of sixty years, and to Dr. Muse for inspiring
me to complete this collection.
M.R.P
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Poems Of Faith
What Is Your Price ?
"What will you take for your soul today ?"
The voice of Satan did cry.
Thirty pieces of silver, my Lord !"
This was Judas' reply.
The price was accepted and recorded for ever,
A chain completed, with no chance to server.
A soul had been sold for a pittance so small,
A record in history of a man's great fall.
Satan continues to cry today,
"What is the price I'll have to pay ?"
What is your answer ? Is your price so cheap
That you are bound for hell in one great leap ?
Or will you remember a Savior true,
One who gave his all for you ?
A choice we must make, for there is no other way,
And Satan is waiting with the price that he'll pay.
There are things that count for much more in life,
Than stones and rubies and daily strife.
We as Christians have a priceless soul,
That cannot be bought with pleasures or gold,
It is willed to a Savior, we shall see one day,
Bought with the blood that he had to pay
The greatest pf grifts, he has reserved, you see.
A place by his side, for you and for me.
4 / 12 / 72
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Poems Of Faith
Life
It's late, very late
And I need must run
The night has vanished
With the blazing sun
Time marches on
The minutes tick by
No time to complain
Just a brief sign
Soon, so soon
With no chanes ot wait
For now, you see
It's getting late
The tide will continue
Its rhythmic flow
The moon gives off
Its golden glow
But we, mere humans
Are destined much less
Our time is limited
No time for rest
So soon the bell
Will begin to toll
The wheels of the caisson
Start to roll
We'll return to dust
From whence we came
With our only remembrance
Just a name
When God has a place
In the lives we lead
And we give him control
There's no other need
Then wen physical life
Has had its fling
And the toll of bells
No longer will ring
We'll take our place
In heaven on high
And there remain
Never to die
3 / 17 / 99
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Poems Of Faith
Traveling On
Many have walked this good old earth,
with each a space to span.
A few to reach the utmost heights,
And many "just also ran."
I have the choice of what I do,
As I take each forward step.
I can go slow, if I chose to do so,
Or I can be full of "pep."
While traveling down this road of life,
With its valleys of pleasures, and hills of strife,
Does the thought occur, as you pause now and then,
You will never pass this way again?
What I add by my presence here
Should be my major concern,
To pick up the pieces others left behind,
And profit by mistakes I discern.
Let's pause here, and make it plain,
There'll be days of sunshine, and some of rain,
Some will be mournful, others of "hope,"
As we journey, up that long, long slope.
I pray the Lord will direct each step,
As I journey on my way,
That I might make smooth the traveled road,
And inspire some soul each day.
When on this earth I cease to be,
It is my prayer that others may see,
The "tracks" I leave at the setting sun,
My journey complete, my last race run.
I trust they will show, my track as a seal,
And not just carry the print of a "heel,"
And all that view the mark I have made,
Will learn of things that never fade.
8 / 4 / 73
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Poems Of Faith
Giving
It was just before the sermon
When I heard the preacher say;
"Now is the time to give your thithes,
For we have bills to pay".
"Not grudgingly, nor hesitatingly
But freely do your part,
For God loves a cheerful giver,
When it comes right from the heart.
Well, I reached into my pocket
And pulled out a bill,
Ready to drop it in the plate,
And a need to fill.
The plate came by me,
And much to my surprise
Only a dime lay thereon,
I could hardly believe my eyes.
Could it be some lovely child,
Had heard the earnest plea
And from his little pocket withdrawn
This dime from me to see?
I dropped my dollar on the plate
And passed it right on down,
If you were looking at my face,
I'm sure you saw a frown.
My conscious got the best of me,
It gave me quite a start
For I knew this token gift of mine
Was not one from the heart.
When I think about that dime,
And what it did for me,
I thank the one that placed it there,
With its silent plea.
For now I understand
What it means to give in love,
Given by one who gave His All,
And now lives up above.
Remember, my friend, this is my plea,
Truly do your part,
And pass the word He left with us,
A kind and loving heart.
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Poems Of Faith
The New Day
There will be a day when one shall be gone,
And the one that is left will feel so alone,
Only God could reveal why he chose this way
For one to go ---- and one to stay.
A great void fills the heart,
And emptiness left for those apart.
There's no bridge to span the space,
Only God's love and infinite grace.
We have his promise, if in faith we abide,
That all shall gather on the other side.
Free from all worry, pain, and strife.
Ready forever to live the new life.
So, always remember, whatever our fate,
One must go ---- the other must wait,
There'll be a time, just a short while away,
And together we'll have a "brand new day."
3 / 17 / 75
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Poems Of Faith
Directions
Life is long ---- why, it's three score and ten,
And maybe more, if lucky we've been,
But pause a moment and consider, my firend,
Many never make it, not even to "ten."
Consider your age, the time you have spent,
What you have left, and what you have meant,
Work for the future, if you've wasted the past,
Today is assured, but it may be your last.
Friend, let me tell you, of a date you will fill,
Around the next corner, or over the hill,
Time draws shorter, you know this well,
Thee's only a moment between heaven and hell.
By faith and acceptance our future's assured,
Sins, transgressions, from these we are cured,
If we let the master take over our being,
Our eyes are opened, and we'll be seeing,
A brand new day on the other side,
A promise fulfilled when our Savior died,
A life of pleasure had been promised, you see,
for those in the shadow of great Galilee.
9 / 6 / 75
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Poems Of Faith
Our Journey
I saw a meteor up in the sky,
In just a moment it flashed on by.
Whence it came, and where it went,
Only God could tell why it was sent.
Only a moment to shed its light,
And then continue its onward flight.
We saw its brilliance for just a span,
The balance is left in the maker's hand.
He has a plan for you and for me,
That's not revealed for us to see.
By faith we accept the things that are done,
And ever depend upon his son.
Our light too one day will be past,
And we'll enter a place that will always last.
No heart aches or pain for us to bear,
A gathering of loved ones for us over there.
9 / 10 / 78
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Poems Of Faith
The Christian's Creed
I must go to places unknown
To plant some seed, that remain unsown,
Trusting the harvest great will be,
All for my Lord, and not for me.
God gave the call and I must say
Whatever the price, I'll gladly pay.
I have the faith, for I know I've found
A way to reach that "higher ground."
There is a decision we each must make,
"What we will give, for the Savior's sake."
My answer is clear; I'll give my all,
Anything else would be too small.
So now I leave with this to say,
Some must go and others must stay.
To all my firends, there's work to do,
The harvest great, but workers few.
If in his love, we each abide,
We all shall gather on the other side.
'Till then, my friend, let's all be true,
and I can promise, "I'll be seeing you."
4 / 17 / 80
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Poems Of Faith
A Mission Trip
"We need a church
Built way up here."
Was the call we heard
Coming in so clear.
We each heard the call
From a different place.
We each answered "yes,"
We would fill the space.
We would do God's bidding,
And give to Him our best,
Then the building and our effort
Certainly would be blessed.
Quite a bit of planning,
And then be on our way,
For this was not a trip
We could make within a day.
After days of travel,
We finally reached our goal,
Knowing as we went
"Labor" would be our role.
Prior planning made possible
By those that gathered there.
Not only in the building
But in scriptures we would share.
And soon a church was built,
There upon the ground,
Hoping in the future
Many lost would be found.
Then we left knowing
Our labor was not in vain,
We had given so little
And had so much to gain.
We did our very best,
And certainly this is true,
There will be a "next trip,"
Now what about you?
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Poems Of Faith
My Search for Peace
In search of easy living,
I have gone most everywhere,
But find my quest unanswered,
Just greeted with a stare.
I've traveled in the sunshine
And many times in rain,
Over fertile valleys,
And sometimes rough terrain.
I find no easy solution,
No spot of perfect peace;
Nor will you ever, ever find
A place where troubles cease,
So make the best with what you have,
A God above is true.
If yoy abide within His will,
He'll certainly see you through.
3 / 18 / 96
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Poems Of Faith
"Prayer"----The Answer
Upon arising in the morning,
Should the sky look dark and gray;
You can find no better time,
"Get on your knees and pray."
When things go, oh so wrong,
All the live long day,
That's the time for you to
"Get on your knees and pray."
When children seem so very bad,
And won't go out and play,
You can solve that inward hurt;
"Get on your knees and pray."
When every thing seems darkest,
There is a sure-fire way,
To answer every problem;
"Get on your knees and pray."
When day is done with setting sun,
You have the final say,
For all those many blessings,
"Get on your knees and pray."
2 / 27 / 97
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Poems Of Faith
Safe at Last
I know not how he found me,
With life in such a mess.
It must be extra love He gives,
To those in dire distress.
I know not why He sought me,
A person that was lost.
It was then I found my way,
For He had paid the cost.
I know not where heaven is,
But I’m heading for that place.
Not from works that I have done,
Just from my Savior’s grace.
I know not when my time will come
To cross that great divide.
There’s no reason to worry now,
For Jesus is by my side.
7 / 29 / 97
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Poems Of Faith
Home-Sick
Walking down the road,
I had time to spare,
Then I saw an old man
Just sitting there.
I stopped for a moment,
With a very good reason,
For this was the start
Of the Christmas season.
I certainly could not
Just pass him by.
It was then I noticed
He had begun to cry.
“Old man” I asked:
“Why shed a tear,
When this is the happiest
Time of the year?”
With a pitiful stare,
He looked my way,
Then these are the words
He had to say:
“I’m all alone,
No one cares;
Everyone for himself
And no one shares”
“I’m getting old
And somewhat lame,
Ready to return
From whence I came.”
“My master said
That he awaits,
And will welcome me home
Through the pearly gates.”
“When he is ready,
I’ll answer His call,
And fear of death,
There’s none at all.”
“For He’ll fill His promise,
This I am sure.
Safe in His arms,
And forever secure.”
12 / 24 / 97
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Poems Of Faith
Three Crosses
As I traveled,
To a friend’s abode,
I saw three crosses
By the side of the road.
Freshly painted
And tended with care,
I looked and wondered
Why they were there.
Then I remembered the story
How Christ had died,
And two thieves were hanging
There by His side.
So let these remind us,
When three crosses we see,
The sacrifice Christ made
For you and for me.
St. Matthew 16:24
“Then said Jesus unto His disciples, If any man come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross and follow me.”
3 / 11 / 99
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Poems Of Faith
Life's Balances
I saw a fist raised to the sky
Its fingers so tightly clinched,
A vicious voice spewing slander and filth
From a face all haggard and pinched.
Could this be the one, his followers to lead,
As he solves the problems of life?
Will this voice you heed, as for power he pleads,
And an endless road of strife?
With “dope” and “pot,” will you have gone,
Forgetting tomorrow must come?
A very short sight, and an endless fight
Is the mark of a “no good bum.”
Check the cost, ere too far you have gone,
The piper is rolling the dice,
The tune that he plays, with you life as the pawn,
Is he worthy of asking the price?
Of restless youth, why waste your time
On things that go for naught?
You sell your soul for a very thin dime
When it never should be bought.
There is a way to have peace today,
If this you truly desire,
Open your heart, let the Savior walk in,
His love will set you on fire.
Your problems will vanish, as the dew on the rose,
If only your trust you will give,
Where there has been strife, He gives meaning to live,
For only one gives that knows.
If your life seems meaningless, with problems is fraught,
He knows the shape you are in.
He has traveled a road much rougher than yours
Bound by iniquity and sin.
So talk hold of His hand, let Him guide you along,
As down life’s highway you roll,
You’ll get many thrills, there’ll be no spills,
And you’ll reach your lofty goal.
5 / 6 / 72
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Poems Of Faith
My Desire
Lord stay close,
And help me today,
With each of the words
That I shall say.
For hurt can go deep
If wrong words are said,
I prefer that my tongue
By you, shall be led.
Instill in me thoughts
That will always blend,
And never by word
Others to offend.
The Lord, at the end of day,
When all is quiet, let me pray,
And give you thanks
For all you have done,
But most of all
For sending your son.
12 / 23 / 00
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Poems Of Family
Graduation Wishes
“Graduation!” so close, why it’s almost here,
Something you’ve wanted all of the year.
And now it’s time for us to say
“Best wishes for you,” while on your way.
Always remember there are those that care,
Ones that are willing to freely share.
Your “ups” and “downs” are our concern,
And with a lesson that you will learn,
We all love you and wish to portray
This is feeling to you, on this, your day.
There’s one thing more that should be said…
May God hold you close in the days ahead,
And may the banister of life upon which you slide
Have all of its splinters on the underside.
4 / 10 / 91
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Poems Of Family
Family Reunion
My memory gets “kind of” poorly,
I’ll bet that you’re the same;
I certainly remember faces,
But don’t recall their name.
Are you aunt, or uncle, or cousin?
Just where do you fit in?
I know it’s been a long, long time,
So tell me where you’ve been.
Our family ‘sort-of’ fell apart,
When we began to roam;
Very few were left to fill,
A place we once called home.
Now that we’re together,
After years away;
I guess it’s time to plan,
For some future day.
So get your thoughts together,
As I know you certainly will;
And come forth with some ideas,
And a time that we can fill.
There comes a time to just shut-up,
And get down to the facts;
We’re here to gain some knowledge,
And not just pat our backs.
We’ll have our fun today,
And plan a future date;
So get your brain to working,
Before it gets too late.
10 / 24 / 93
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Poems Of Family
The Family Reunion
Thank you for coming,
Thanks a “big bunch”;
You’ll enjoy the fellowship,
Especially the lunch.
Greet those around you,
Ask where they’ve been;
After all you’ll find,
They really are your kin.
Now
Don’t try to climb higher
Up that family tree;
Just leave things as they are
Or you may be kin to me.
Wouldn’t that be terrible,
Makes you shudder just to think;
Leave it as you find it,
You are not the missing link.
So
Let’s get on with the meeting,
Let others have their say;
Enjoy yourself and have a good time
On this family reunion day.
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Poems Of Family
Our Wedding Day
We know not what the future holds,
For this we cannot see,
But with the help of a loving God
There’s a place for you and me.
If in His will we always abide
And strive to do our best,
While working together as a team,
Knowing He’ll provide the rest.
So
As we god forth while holding hands,
Ever so close we’ll stay,
Knowing our love will always bring
The best from our wedding day.
4 / 13 / 95
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Poems Of Reflections
A Priceless Gift
This is a very special gift
Perhaps you cannot see,
The reason it is so special,
It’s just for you, from me.
Whenever you are happy,
Or even feeling blue,
You only have to hold this gift
And know I think of you.
You never should unwrap it,
Please leave the ribbon tied,
Just hold the box close to your heart,
It’s filled with love inside.
12 / 2 / 98
Note: You may want to attch a copy of this poem to an empty gift wrapped box as a special gift to someone.
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Poems Of Reflections
Christmas Advice For Children
If they have been good
And nice little girls,
Christmas means dolls
With lots of curls.
And for those that are
Good little boys,
There are lots and lots
Of mechanical toys.
But if you have been
Oh, so bad,
And did not mind
Your mother or dad,
And act just like
You didn’t care,
Then you can expect
Your tree to be bare.
So what you get
Will depend upon you,
Just what you say
And what you do.
Now keep this in mind
And always remember,
The time to be good
Is before next December.
1 / 12 / 99
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Poems Of Reflections
Our Wedding Prayer
There is a prayer
We want to pray;
“Lord, be with us
This wedding day.”
Keep us close
In the days ahead,
And by your hand
May we always be led.
Guide us in all
The decisions we make,
And help us along
Each road that we take,
Just teach us Lord
To really care,
And beauty around
To always share.
To each other
Be always true,
Until the day
That we see you.
5 / 26 / 99
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Poems Of Philosophy
Time Ran Out
I saw the old man, as he walked down the street,
His clothes all ragged, worn shoes on his feet,
Hair all matted; he needed a shave,
All the appearance of a recluse from the grave.
As I stopped and watched his faltering stride,
I wondered what happened to this man’s pride.
Could it be, that he had sunk so low,
That he had no other place to go?
Was there no way to reach him----penetrate that shell?
For I knew he was walking that wide street to hell,
God could I help this stranger to me?
Could I bread the bond that would set him free?
After thinking it over, I approached with a smile,
Knowing by his glance, that I was on trial.
I grasped his arm, and with a quiet plea----
“Friend,” I asked, “Will you come with me?”
He looked in my eyes, and then he said:
“All of my friends are now all dead.”
“Why come to me now, with life almost gone?”
“It’s life offering a hungry dog a bone!”
“I have never seen you before, and this I know----
Why call me “friend,” with eyes that show
A deep concern----while others pass me by?”
----And then with a snub, he began to cry.
He turned with a shrug, walked on down the street,
I knew it was over, our paths never again to meet.
Far in the distance----with his shuffling gait,
He was heard to mumble----“too late”----“too late.”
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Poems Of Philosophy
Opportunity
You can not join the union
Unless you pay you dues.
You can not judge your fellow man
Without walking in his shoes.
If you would win a soul for Christ,
Walk with Him a mile.
Share His griefs and heartaches
For just a little while.
Listen to His stories
About his “ups” and “downs.”
Find a way to claim a heart
That pounds and pounds and pounds.
Strive to help the friendless,
Have a word to say,
Let Him know that you care
Each and every day.
Pray a prayer in earnest
As daily you will meet,
A searching soul that wanders
Up and down the street.
Pray that God will guide you
To that person that is lost,
And you can help to save him
Regardless of the cost.
You can never plan tomorrow
If we hold to yesterday,
For these are only memories
Whatever we do or say.
Everything we want to do
Must be done today,
For this is all the time we have
If we would make it pay.
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Poems Of Philosophy
Today's Opportunities
A look in the mirror
As a smiling face
Is the start of a day
With a healthy pace.
A warm greeting
To those that we meet
At home---on the phone---
Or perhaps on the street.
So, just for today
Let’s have some fun
Forgetting yesterday’s problems
That were left undone
No thoughts of tomorrow
And the troubles there;
Only glad tidings
That today we can share.
You’ll be surprised
At the change you can make
In the lives of those around you,
And how little it will take,
A smile, a laugh,
Or sometimes only a word;
It really takes so little,
It almost seems absurd.
So start today with gladness
If you want to reap the best;
Let all your trials and troubles
Have a final day of rest.
Seek to influence others
As you plod upon your way,
For this will make for others
The best of a perfect day.
St. Matthew 6:34----Take therefore no thought for the morrow: For the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil therof.
Ecclesiastes 3:13----Every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labour; it is the gift of God.
Psalms 118:24----This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.
9 / 9 / 91
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Poems Of Philosophy
The Wreck
I had a friend that died last night;
Yes, I saw that terrible sight;
Highway strewn with much debris
About as far as the eyes could see.
An eighteen-wheeler, a pick-up truck,
And a small compact that just couldn’t duck,
All tangled up in a mass of steel;
Someone’s fault while at the wheel.
“One more beer!” the driver had said,
Was now on the pavement cold and dead,
The straw that broke the camel’s back
Was that last cold beer and a little “crack.”
So, friend, take warning, don’t go out on a limb;
He didn’t think it would happen to him.
The odds are too great that it will happen to you
If you drink and drive as many will do.
Once it happens, it’s just too late
For it could mean a meeting at the pearly gate.
Your’re not stupid so please just “think,”
And when you drive, don’t take that drink.
7 /9 / 91
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Poems Of Philosophy
Tomorrow
Lord, this row is too long
For me to plow,
But with your help
I’ll do it somehow.
Where I’m plowing
There ain’t no trees.
It’s awful hot
And there ain’t no breeze.
My mule is old
And mighty slow.
This field is so big,
And I better go.
Up at dawn
And work til dark.
If you stay any later,
You’ll miss your mark.
You’ll plow up what’s planted
The day before,
And then can’t pay
Your bill at the store.
I’m going on in
To rest a big.
Just a short nap,
And then I’ll “git.”
Harness old Beck,
Hitch to the plow,
Start all over,
I’ll do it somehow.
I’ll gather my crop
And pay my bill.
I’ll sit at my table
And eat my fill.
To church on Sunday
And pay what’s due,
For I am one
Of God’s chosen few.
I pay my way
By the sweat of my brow
And don’t just lean
On a rusty old plow.
I don’t want charity
I’ll work for my pay
For I’m looking ahead
To a better day.
6 / 1 / 93
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Poems Of Philosophy
The Boat To Nowhere
I had a few minutes of time to spare,
So I turned on the set, sat down in a chair,
That’s when I saw the ad on T.V.,
Now here was a place that I must go see.
I made up my mind to take that trip,
But boy my wife gave me some lip.
“Why take the money we need elsewhere
When we don’t have any that we can spare?”
Well, I’m man of the house and this I’d show,
And on to that boat I certainly would go.
I would take a little and make a “killing,”
The local papers would do a “billing.”
I’d have my name in lights to show
How easy it was to make that “dough.”
So I went on down and got on that boat,
But the sight inside nearly got my goat.
There by the wall were “slots” all set
And lots of tables to take your bet.
Cast of dice, just take your pick,
You could double your money oh so quick.
Well, I up and invested my money galore,
Believing my winnings would make me more.
But all too soon I lost what I had,
Borrowed more from a friend and that was bad.
This went the same as the other had done,
I was left with the huge amount of “none.”
This teaches a lesson we learn each day:
If you listen to music, the piper you’ll pay.
Don’t lose what you have and probably more,
Keep off the boat; stay back on the shore.
If you have questions what gambling will do,
Here is a number……especially for you.
1-800-332-0402
1 / 16 / 94
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Poems Of Philosophy
Today
Hope springs enternal"
Has been written, so they say
For those that think "tomorrow"
Instead of yesterday
But when we think about
The days that we will spend
We need to count the total cost
And not the current trend
For you canot borrow "tomorrow"
To pay for "yesterday"
No matter what you have in mind
Or what the world may say
So use the golden rule
To measure those you meet
Give a hearty "hello, my friend"
To all the ones you greet
For
You only have this one day
It could possibly be your last
Plot your course with care my friend
Before the die is cast.
10 / 10 / 94
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Poems Of Philosophy
Smile
When your "wants" are many,
And no money to buy,
Friends seem so few,
Prices so high.
And you're down at the mouth,
And wanting to cry,
Perk up a bit-----smile-----
Just give it a try.
Start counting your blessings,
Then gvie a big smile,
Things will be better
in just a short while.
for a smile is meant
To be passed along
You'll find it catching,
Just like a song.
It's a melody for people
To hear and enjoy,
A good will agent
With you the "envoy"
5 / 6 / 95
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Poems Of Philosophy
Advice
There comes a time in life
When you don't know what to say,
Your tongue gets tied up tight,
and your mind just flew away.
Your knees ge kinda wobbly,
Your hands just flop around,
Your open your mouth , oh so wide,
But never emit a sound.
You clear your throat real loud,
Perhaps a shrug or two.
Your mind a complete loss,
As exactly what to do.
Advice can be given freely
By those that gather around,
"Take a bow, a real deep bow,"
And then... "Sit down!"
8 / 1 / 95
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Poems Of Philosophy
Honey
Give a bit of honey
As yo travel life's highway
You'll find life much sweeter
All along the way
Share a little here
And give some over there
You have so very, very much to give
Then why not try to share
Your life can make a difference
To some lonely person there
When he finds out there is someone
That can really, really care
Now's the time to spread your wings
And fly to heights unknown
"Give a bit of honey"
And never be a drone.
5 / 14 / 96
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Poems Of Philosophy
Memories
I walked in the woods
On a stroll one day;
If trees could talk,
What would they say?
For there, on the side,
Of a huge Beech tree
Were initials and a heart
Carved by me.
Telling a story
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