Lucky Me

I’ve always felt the hand I was dealt was more than fair,
Especially as I sit here and stare
At my homeland, the richest country on earth.
Then I remember parents who appreciated my worth.
They encouraged me to strive for ever new heights
While always discriminating the wrongs from the rights.

Ah yes, no doubt I was dealt a royal flush hand;
A hole-in-one, grand slam I couldn’t have planned.
At the heart of it all is monumental love’s feeling
That convinces me that life truly has no ceiling.
Happiness is for the taking; it’s right over there.
Lucky me…my dealt hand is so much more than fair!

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Monday Then Sunday

It’s Monday, then Sunday in front of my eyes.
It seems like the calendar’s telling me lies.
Before I can live Tuesday, the weekend is here
With another Monday drawing ever so near.

Soon it’s Wednesday, then Friday. Another week’s gone.
Then a month falls in battle as time surges on.
This is a war that I know I can’t win,
So I’ll just pause and not fight this moment I’m in.

I’ll make the most of this day through happiness or sorrow,
Since the next day … one day … I won’t have a tomorrow.
No matter Sunday, Monday or what day of the week,
A loving, full fun day is all that I seek.

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Real Success

Don't let hunger for success destroy the way you are.
Power and money never substitute for the stuff of a star.
They leave you less a person after 15 minutes of fame,
Unable to remember from where or whence you came.
You are a precious gift, an invaluable one-of-kind;
A miracle of unique precision never before designed.
Your value is unfathomable. There's one of you on earth.
All computers in the world couldn't measure your worth.
Whatever your way of life there's one thing you will need...
It's not power and money with their hypnotizing greed,
Just sensitivity for others that will guarantee you succeed.

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Road to Oblivion

I know what I want and I know where I’m going.
Each year power expands and fortune keeps growing.
I’ve no time to listen to the ignorant or weak.
How can they know anything of what I speak?

Better to view the world through my own telescope
Than depend on unequals who can’t seem to cope.
As I lumber ahead so many fall silent and recede…
Family and friends fade from sight, but it’s money I need.

Then my fortune and I make a startling find.
Alone in our rage the world has left us behind
On a road to oblivion that’s sad and lonely for sure.
A one way lane filled with pain we fought hard to secure.

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Hey Dad

Remember the bird house you built so well…
Or the skunk sharing with me his perfumed smell?
And how you fixed all the broken bikes
So that there was fun for each of six tikes?

Then when each old TV had a quirk,
You found just the tube to make it work.
In winter you fixed every sled.
In summer oh those times when you said,
'Let's go for fun and fishing at the lake
To eat as much potato salad as mother can make.'

And your place at the dinner table was just right
To preside over lively, loving meals every night.
Hey Dad, I'll never forget your wise advice.
I just wish you could come back and live twice.

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This Child

This child is born. The world has changed.
Many lives are rearranged.
A chance that never lived before
To change the world forevermore.
A miracle still not understood,
This birth, another chance for good.

Fleeting time will leave its mark.
Therefore, from first day disembark
On earth’s uncertain, curtained road,
Rich with hope mid heavy load;
Like doubts and fears and, yes, betrayal.
But true love can lift each veil.

So love this child and don’t forget
The seconds race now that you’ve met.
No time’s too late nor challenge great
To embrace this child and guide its fate.

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The Poor Rich

There's a real risk that the poor rich suffer
For which their bank accounts provide no buffer.
In fact their money can build huge walls of wealth,
Isolating their concept of the world's mental health.
What they see and hear is usually through a servant
Whose motives are most often much less than fervent.
The actual world that lies beyond their gifted breeds
Is rife with downtrodden and their unfulfilled needs…
Much like the days of yesteryear when royal stalls
Were protected from heathens by motes and walls.
Unfortunately, as history has so often shown,
Conflict arises when a class declares wealth their own.

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Loneliness

You’re seldom alone if you like who you are;
Seldom among friends with self image ajar.
If you don’t like that face in the mirror,
One from afar draws a little bit nearer.
Until a strange face finally sits in your place,
Peering and sneering at you in disgrace.

As strange worlds surround, you’re easily lost
So capture your world no matter the cost.
The price if you don’t will be loss of esteem.
Not from others, but from your very own dream.

No other can decide your level of bliss
So never, ever delegate this.
Partake of the world, but remember that only
You alone decide that alone you’re not lonely.

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I Would Marry Another

I would marry another with what I know now,
But there’s really no chance and I don’t know how
I would find the courage to seek out my soul mate.
I’m over 40 with a baby … I’m afraid it’s too late.

We met as teens with neither a very good thinker.
I’ve grown up, but my betrothed is a daily drinker.
The term alcoholic makes it sound so very sad;
Especially since I know I chose another like my dad.

I’ll go on every day with a smile on my face,
But grimacing inside knowing that it’s a losing race
That may leave me alone and woefully far behind.
I pray my baby will be one alcohol will never find.

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Center Stage

Forces of negative confront every turn.
With all things new there’s so much to learn.
No one really cares if I fail or succeed.
Things against me keep me from what I need.
As things go wrong I sit back and sigh
Wondering about happened while asking why.

Best I stop and take stock of this mess
And closely analyze abilities I possess.
Then develop these into a plan of action,
Pursuing a course with fun and satisfaction.

Forces of negative will always attack,
But a detailed plan will enable me to fight back.
With strength and confidence I’ll be upbeat…
Causing forces of negative to be in retreat.

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