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Left Over Poems From Days Gone By

by Bob Roach

Attention

Some of us require more

attention than others.

How stupid of us.

In our minds we think we have something to say

Gosh! tell me a lie.

The truth is too painful

Summer

Something to look forward to,

warm weather and getting time off.

But soon the warmth becomes bitter and classes start again.

And suddenly the realization hits

that it is a long time before summer comes again.

Happiness

Happiness is knowing

without saying a word.

Feeling with or without touching.

Happiness is having something to look forward to,

or something to remember.

Happiness is all of these

but most of all it is a state of mind

that each person has to determine for themselves.

Truth

The truth is hard.

The truth is fair.

The truth is sometimes,

difficult to share.

It will tear you up,

yet make you whole,

while putting you

out of control.

So trust what is real

and hold on tight,

till all have the opportunity,

to see the light.

Your child, my child

or perfect stranger,

we worry about them

as if they were in danger.

We lift them up

and give them to Him

only to take them back

time and again.

Faith will bring us

to that perfect place,

if we only have love

He will share His grace.

Time

Another year,

another day, another moment gone by.

Would I change it?

Would I stop it? Or

should I even try?

Time is precious.

Life is fragile.

It leaves you asking why.

Why are we blessed with such joy and love?

Why do we continue to push and shove?

Why do we face the good and the bad?

Why do we ever, have to be sad?

Another year,

another day.

another moment gone by.

I would not change it,

can not stop it,

wouldn't even try.

Yes time is precious, but it's not ours.

Life is fragile, but we are tough.

No need to question why.

All we have to do is share our love,

Never give up and always try.

Bob Roach Father of one and middle school teacher of literally thousands over the past thirty years. To find out more parenting tips, check out the Baby Names Box.




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