There is this part of me that cries
As tales of sadness doth arise
Or when someone has a great need
To find some peace or to succeed.
We’ll seek a measure to impart
Our loving help for ailing heart
Perhaps one moment to remind
Each other that we should be kind.
There are these special words we’ll keep
That as ye sow thus shall ye reap
Always remember He’ll be there
To help us each our burden bear !
There is this place so faraway
Where angels and God’s cherubs play
It’s full of dreams and atmosphere
And lots of love and laughs and cheer
A perfect spot we cannot share
Until our Lord invites us there !
The children have all gone to bed
No lollipops are in their head
No sugar treats or pleasant dreams
Vampires are in right now it seems
Why are they born so very old
Like little men and ladies bold
What happened to our Jack and Jill
While tumbling down that famous hill ?
I think it’s called progressive time
And paid for with another’s dime
The truth is it’s been tried before
But failed to win or even score !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 