ONE DAY AT A TIME
You can only live one day at a time.
To try to do more makes it all out of rhyme.
It causes some fretting, as well as some worry, With all of the hustle, bustle and scurry.
Lighting the candle so it burns at both ends Brightens the darkness, but some trouble portends.
And, fails to erase the shadow of truth
Which makes twice the age and vanishes youth
Monday, August 30, 2004
BIRTHDAYS, ONE BY ONE
BIRTHDAYS, ONE BY ONE
Though years may come and years may go,
And birthdays---one by one,
And, though each day we older get
We still can have our fun.
Just because we're growing older
Doesn't mean we must lose our senses
For, if our get up is getting up and going, We just change the verbal tenses.
We reminisce 'bout times gone by,
And of all the good wishes sent
By friends who wanted our get up to stay, (But instead of staying it went).
Now, as I said three verses ago
When this poem had just begun,
That, though each day, we older get,
We still can have our fun.
We kick up our heels as high as ever
And frolic the whole night through,
Even if it's in our minds,
Thinking of what we used to do.
Though years may come and years may go,
And birthdays---one by one,
And, though each day we older get
We still can have our fun.
Just because we're growing older
Doesn't mean we must lose our senses
For, if our get up is getting up and going, We just change the verbal tenses.
We reminisce 'bout times gone by,
And of all the good wishes sent
By friends who wanted our get up to stay, (But instead of staying it went).
Now, as I said three verses ago
When this poem had just begun,
That, though each day, we older get,
We still can have our fun.
We kick up our heels as high as ever
And frolic the whole night through,
Even if it's in our minds,
Thinking of what we used to do.
BALD HEADED MEN
BALD HEADED MEN
Some men have a full head of hair;
With others there is a lack.
Those with abundance aren't always fair
And throw the bald ones a lot of flack,
Like---"an empty shack needs no roof",
Or---"granite grows no grass".
From such ones I stay aloof
For it sounds like belching gas.
To the first I say, "no roof lets in light, Therefore, I'm not in the dark.
To understand is pure delight".
That stops that vile remark.
To the next remark I simply say,
"You could have let that statement pass.
As well as granite, a brain is gray,
And a busy street grows no grass".
So, listen, all you bald headed men,
Don't be ashamed of your dome.
Don't accept a blow to your chin
Just because you need no comb.
'Cause next I say what the smart aleck dreads And all his remarks are smothered, "God only made a few perfect heads And those are the ones He uncovered".
By L. B. Strawn
October 22,1987
******************************************************
A JOURNEY
Some day I shall take a journey
Down "The River Of No Return",
To be tried without an attorney
By the judge of all, for whom I yearn.
The journey will not be unexpected,
But one I desire with all of my heart.
With proper preparation, I'll be protected From danger which might tear me apart.
If the book, called the bible, is true,
And I surely believe it to be,
The verdict which I know will ensue,
Is one which will set me free.
Free from the toils and burdens of life, Free from all sorrow and pain, Never to know earthly turmoil or strife; Never to feel any heartaches, again.
For the judge will be the son of God,
The loving savior whom we call Jesus,
Who came from heaven; on this earth He trod; In obeying His word, from sin He frees us.
So, at the end of the journey down that river, The righteous judge will greet me and smile, For He'll be the "Eternal Life" giver---- While living on earth was my trial!
Some men have a full head of hair;
With others there is a lack.
Those with abundance aren't always fair
And throw the bald ones a lot of flack,
Like---"an empty shack needs no roof",
Or---"granite grows no grass".
From such ones I stay aloof
For it sounds like belching gas.
To the first I say, "no roof lets in light, Therefore, I'm not in the dark.
To understand is pure delight".
That stops that vile remark.
To the next remark I simply say,
"You could have let that statement pass.
As well as granite, a brain is gray,
And a busy street grows no grass".
So, listen, all you bald headed men,
Don't be ashamed of your dome.
Don't accept a blow to your chin
Just because you need no comb.
'Cause next I say what the smart aleck dreads And all his remarks are smothered, "God only made a few perfect heads And those are the ones He uncovered".
By L. B. Strawn
October 22,1987
******************************************************
A JOURNEY
Some day I shall take a journey
Down "The River Of No Return",
To be tried without an attorney
By the judge of all, for whom I yearn.
The journey will not be unexpected,
But one I desire with all of my heart.
With proper preparation, I'll be protected From danger which might tear me apart.
If the book, called the bible, is true,
And I surely believe it to be,
The verdict which I know will ensue,
Is one which will set me free.
Free from the toils and burdens of life, Free from all sorrow and pain, Never to know earthly turmoil or strife; Never to feel any heartaches, again.
For the judge will be the son of God,
The loving savior whom we call Jesus,
Who came from heaven; on this earth He trod; In obeying His word, from sin He frees us.
So, at the end of the journey down that river, The righteous judge will greet me and smile, For He'll be the "Eternal Life" giver---- While living on earth was my trial!
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