Treadmill of Life
Our life is a moving treadmill
Adjusted to our need,
Not so fast we can't progress,
Not so slow we must not heed.
If we stop along the way,
We gradually recede
Away from all we'd hope to gain,
So let us all make speed.
October 19, 2008
My allowance was only a quarter a week
But that was a lot for a boy
To learn how to handle the money I got,
To learn to give, save, and enjoy.
It wasn't because I had earned it so much,
Though I may have once done an odd chore,
But because I must learn to be trifty and share
With my brother and sister and more.
My parents, of course, had provided for me
All the things that I ever could need.
So to think that they owed me a quarter or dime
Would prove more than an uncommon greed.
All that they did to protect me from harm
And provide for my comfort and care,
Can never be paid, if I worked all my life,
So whatever I gain, I will share.
October 24, 2008