Getting Older
It's come again, that time of year;
It's time to cast away all fear.
For just because we're getting old,
It doesn't mean we have to fold
And yield our thoughts to deep despair
Because we might be losing hair.
There is no need to sit and pout
Because our teeth are falling out,
Our eyesight's failing, memory too.
Wait a minute! This won't do.
These aren't the thoughts I wanted here;
I meant to write of hope and cheer,
So here I go; I'll try again
It's come again, another year.
We're closer to our Savior dear.
We've learned a lot we didn't know,
And had a chance kind seeds to sow.
The harvest time is coming soon.
So say the stars, the sun, and moon,
Which God so long ago prepared
To mark the times to show he cared.
These same now tell us it's your day
(Fifteen million share today)
For all your friends to celebrate
Your progress through this mortal state.
June 3, 2002
I Can Fly!
I can fly! In my dreams, at least.
I just raise my arms and I rise,
And lean in the way I would go.
And I fly! In my dreams, at least.
I'm not fat! In my dreams, at least.
Not the self that I see in my mirror,
But myself when my eyes are closed.
And I fly! In my dreams, at least.
I am free! In my dreams, at least.
I am strong, and swift, and sure.
I can swim, I can run, I can sail,
And I fly! In my dreams, at least.
I will fly! I will fly at last.
When my dreaming shall come to an end,
When my body becomes like the LORD's,
And I'll fly! I will fly at last.
June 3, 2002
Happy Birthday Mom
I hope you had a wonderful day.
I'm sorry this comes late.
You should get breakfast on a tray
On such a special date.
Alas, that's something I can't do.
My disappointment mounts.
But if I could, I would for you,
And "it's the thought that counts."
But now I do the thing I can
By writing here this poem,
And praying that God's gracious hand
Be with you in your home.
And may He also be with you
Wherever you may be,
In all you think, and say, and do,
His good in all you'll see.
May others also see His light
In you, and all you do,
Inspiring them to choose the right.
Happy Birthday, Mom, to you.
June 11, 2002
Fathers Day 2002
I hope your Fathers' Day was grand!
I do. I really do.
I hope your family lent a hand
In celebrating too.
As usual, my wish comes late;
I should have sent it quick.
I'm sorry that you had to wait.
I hope this does the trick.
So, what I'd really like for you
Is happiness at home,
Peace at heart, and blessings too,
Wherever you may roam.
June 16, 2002
Jim & Debi's Anniversary
To Jim and Debi: I'm so glad
Your Anniversary's come,
The best, I hope, you've ever had,
Though I've been really dumb,
For just today I noticed it
Upon my calendar.
So here upon my couch I sit
To praise you from afar.
For I admire the many years
You've been together now
Through all the laughter and the tears.
All I can say is, "Wow!"
So when you get this poem, know
That you have done real great.
And I will have to eat some Crow,
'Cause it arrived so late.
June 18, 2002
for my brother and his wife.
It's Finally Summer!
It’s finally summer, and school is out!
Don’t it make you want to shout?
You’ve almost three months now for fun;
A dozen weeks, and then it’s done.
Enjoy them all; you’ve earned a rest.
You’ve studied hard, and done your best.
Enjoy the sun, the sprinkler too.
Enjoy the warmth; enjoy the view.
And then prepare for school again,
With mind refreshed to wield the pen.
June 21, 2002
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