Christmas

On this morning we creep down to see,

All our present beneath the tree

Our stockings so filled, so much that they fell

We got all the things we wanted, it was easy to tell.

The noise of the paper, all over the place

If you stood up and looked it was quite a disgrace

But under the tree I saw all of the things

The shirts, the shoes and what Santa Clause brings

This is the time, the families gather round

And all of the rooms are filled with sound

Watching the white snow fall from above

Flying down to the earth like a beautiful dove

Then at nighttime, in your bed as you lay

You think, Christmas will be back on this very same day

Him

A man whom I have always wanted to see

Has kept his sight away from me.

I speak of Him often, always at night,

He’d never be willing to give up a fight.

He’s always there when I am in need

Always waiting and willing to be heed.

When I feel my world is coming to an end

He comforts me when I need a friend.

I know how far or near I roam

He’ll always leave open to me His home.

Among all other men He is above

In faith, hope and mostly love.

Life is a Cycle

Living is…

            Waking up to the song of the nightingale who sings gaily as the sun rises and floats through your window.

Working is…

            Striving to keep up with the pace of life and earning some money to cope with the greediness of the world.

Love is…

            Something only one person can see.  It is hidden from the eyes of many because they believed in something which nearly was friendship and mistook it for love.

Hatred is…

            A world which comes to mind after having tried love and lost the battle

Misery is…

            Having one of your friends tell you what you’ve always known all along—that that hatred of yours isn’t real.

Hurt is…

            A momentary feeling which soon fades away because you know there are many more days of that hatred, misery and hurt.

Friendship is…

            Opening your eyes to the fact that not everyone is a real friend.  Seeing your true friends for the first time is like seeing the sun shine after the storm.

Death is…

            Soon coming to us all.  Death is not pleasant.  It’s bleak and cold and does horrible things to one’s emotions.  Just as it can take life, it can renew the life in you.

I Thought of You Today

I thought of you today!

            The breeze whisked out your name

            Then nothing seemed the same

            The world should become so tame

I thought of you today!

            The sun shone so brightly

            On my shoulder, your touch, so lightly

            And I held on so tightly

I thought of you today!

            I stopped at the church to pray

            I had a lot of things to say

            I thought of you in every way

I thought of you today!

            This poem I now have to end

            So, from me to you I send

            The thought that I’m your friend

                                                            S.M.B.

Days in the Past

The day that they

All packed up to go,

Was the day that seemed

So terribly slow

The summer had gone

And the winter was long

Half the night we sat

And sung our last song

I’ll never forget

The days in the sand

The nights I watched them

Walk hand in hand