When I was young I tried to be
A credit to my family
I followed all the rules I knew
As mom and dad had asked me to
They taught me manners, best they could
To be polite as children should.
Speaking the truth was number one
Do not mock others just for fun
Be sure to help if one’s in need
And of your words, take special heed
These rules were simple as you see
Basics of sense and courtesy !
Oh how I wish the world could be
A place that’s bathed in sympathy
Imagine how much joy we’d see
If all were cloaked in pleasantry ?
There is this pair that I do see
Each morning, smiling back at me
We three have greeted every dawn
Practically since I was born.
We are old friends the three of us
And no one ever makes a fuss,
Their clothes look worn and faded too
But just like me, their hearts are true.
There is one plus I don’t possess
They’ve candied hearts within their chests
Now that may not mean much to you
But that’s one way to not feel blue.
Sometimes I wish that I might be
Like those ragdolls, emotion free !
There is an oak outside my door
That stretches up ten stories more
There is no way that I can see
The sidewalk to the left of me.
This ancient tree is truly old
Devoid of nicks and is not bald
Her branches spread this way and that
She wears them like a giant hat .
And when it rains the ground is dry
Because her leaves are piled so high
Oft do I think, about those trees
That gently sway into the breeze
I’d like to know what I can do
To be that free and live long too !
A finer lad I’ve never seen
With nose quite straight and brain so keen
One tall boy with a manner sweet
All dressed and pressed and rather neat.
His smile lights up the dreary room
His laugh disposes doom and gloom
I love to listen to his chat
He knows so much of this and that.
A nice young man, his mother’s boy
And daddy’s handsome pride and joy !
At peace, a child of God am I,
I yearn to see His banner fly
I’ve followed Him along the way
And have not begged a longer stay.
I know that He is always there
Assured He answers every prayer,
He holds my life in His own hand
With Him I’m sure all will be grand
I close my eyes the time draws near
My heart is full I have no fear !
There is a line one must not cross
To do so would compel a loss
Both pro and con may fight the war
From outside in right to the core.
Take care you’ll find one does not win
When truth is based upon a sin
The Lord has eyes based everywhere
To judgements make both just and fair !
There is a bit of keen advice that I would give you all
That as you travel through your life try to avoid the toll
Of those so full of avarice who wish to be a friend
Take care because their interest sometimes is but pretend !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 