The Old Couple

The was an old couple who were so close,
He said to his wife, it's great that you I chose;
To share my life as we go through each day,
Yes! I love you my darling, do you hear what I say?

The old couple were married for many a year,
When any one asked how, they said all ways stay near;
Also they said, never leave an argument undone,
Before any day is ended, at the set of the sun.

The husband said, take time to listen, and she did agree,
And then added, I will show my love so he will see;
Then they added, enjoy to help, the other out too,
Sharing the heavy load of work is what we love to do.

This old couple had lived for 60 years together,
They had seen many a child grow,16grandkids together;
Never in front of a child would they quarrel or fight,
But; wait till they were lone, then get the problem right.

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The Pancake Parlor

The pancake parlor is a great place to meet,
Where you can enjoy, your favorite meal you want to eat;
Go anytime of the day, they're open right thru, till 1am its true,
And such great service, and pleasant, to me and to you.

They've got a menu, at a reasonable price, to afford,
And you're not kept waiting to keep you so bored;
The seating is comfortable, so you won't be sore,
And as I said the price is okay, won't leave you poor.

Try the great menu, with entree', main course and sweet,
From steak to fries, pancakes with the lot, is a treat;
Salads of every kind, with dressings, make it complete,
Then icecream sundaes, or fruit salad as a sweet.

Yes! Go to the parlor the next meal you eat out,
Take your friends and tell them you'll shout;
A lovely drink, of iced lemon or orange tea,
Maybe something hot, like chocolate, with your tea.

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Big and tiny creatures

Big and tiny creatures, are so unique each one,

But they're so amazing each one, out in the noon day sun;

For example, look at the spider, and the web she doth make,

So clever and wonderful, and the time she doth take.

Big and tiny creatures, I am amazed each one I see,

Look at the pigmy possum, trying to hide in a tree;

It's color goes in with the background scene,

But he will cover his steps to hide where he's been.

Big and tiny creatures, do you like the tall giraffe?

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Seasons

What is a season, sometimes children ask,
Then to explain to them is not a hard task;
its four groups of months, divided equally,
Winter I like, It's the month so special to me.

First we take Summer, it's sometimes so very hot,
But; when you get to go swimming, it cools you a lot;
Eating Salads, and lovely cold drinks, and sweet too,
But; when it's in the 40's, I just don't know what to do.

Next we have Autumn, a beautiful season to check out,
The colors on each tree change, the wind blows the leaves about;
We know it's almost time, to get our warm clothes ready,
and when it's very windy, it's hard to stay on your feet steady.

Then comes Winter, out comes our warm clothes, and gear,
Our coats, gloves, and rain boots, are always left near;
Then it comes, the rain, Hail, sleet and icy snow,
Where you feel the winters blast, on each finger and toe.

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The Abused Wife

She tried her hardest each day and night,
Waiting for him, to be afraid of his sight;
No matter what she said or did, it did seem,
He belittled and beat her, that was he did deem.

There were days when all seemed so lost,
He just said as he screamed, her bashing was the cost;
It's all your fault, cause you chose to marry me,
And now you will pay the price, this you'll see.

Whacking her across and behind her head,
Telling her, you'll wish that you were dead;
Pretending how disabled, oh what a joke,
What a rotten life he gave her, this horrid bloke.

The next week it was the bashing of her life,
With gloves on hand, her body was in strife;
He beat her till her body could stand no more,
For 3 hours solid, it kept on till she was sore.

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As I Was Growing Up

As I was growing up, I saw a different world from today,
People were not angry, there wasn't many that went astray;
You could go along, and share a cheery hello to all,
And on the old telephone, you'd get a great helpful call.

Yes! As I was growing up in my childhood days, I'd see,
No electronic toys or games, only board games for me;
When my mother cooked the cake, she'd beat by hand,
And if we were naughty, she'd make us understand.

Then as a teenager, I saw changes coming each day,
Many new cars and cameras around, and things we did play;
Then planes and speed came fast, electric trains changed too,
If only I could go back to the old days, I would and that's true.

Now as a middle age, I see crime on the fast increase,
Coming to a cashless time, why does it have to cease;
And I see people everywhere are not caring for any other,
But they want to even hurt, their sister or their brother.

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I Want To Say Thanks For My Mother

I want to say Thanks for my Mother,

To me she taught how to Love one another;

With only one hand, to do the work she had to do,

But; she worked as if it was more hands than two.

She took us each Sunday to church and Sunday school,

And really cared to teach us children, the golden Rule;

That we need to Love God, and obey and Trust Him too,

Yes, if only she were here right now, I'd say to her thankyou.

My Mother taught us girls to learn, how to be truthful, also,

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What Do You Call it?

What do you call it, when you have a disability,

And once your were at a church, and now you're not;

But no one from the church comes but say excuse me,

I cannot be there, I no longer can cope, did I put them in a spot?

What do you call it, is it an excuse, or am I contagious at all?

If your in a wheelchair, Being in a church my problem is small;

Why can't look past the chair, and see my need, today,

Even a phone call would help, but their heart says no way.

What do they call it, If some one is not so very well,

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These men of Faith

These men of Faith, these men of old,

Their lives they lived, they were so bold;

Trusting God, in the face of danger,

But their enemy, shunned them with anger.

We know of one great man, Daniel, was his name,

To Pray at the open window, he always did the same;

Then some jealous men, had him enter lions den,

For his faith in God, and On God he did depend.

Another man was Elijah, who helped so many,

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The race and the entrants

Running the RaceRunning the race, the entrant is thinking,

How shall I go, shall I be fast tracking;

The man calls their names and they each get down,

But someone starts off early, oh what a frown.

They all get ready, and the man says ready, set go,

Off they all start, around the track they all know,

The runner he thinks, as he races along there,

Have I done enough practice, as the crowd do stare.

But; soon he starts to put speed in each step,

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