I served the doctor at the reception
Who said I was a victim of deception
With his words he altered my perception
Saying, “Life starts at the moment of conception.”
So I went in another direction
And served the cake and the confections
And with my charm and my affection
I made the necessary connections
So when I saw the doctor at the election
I told him they took up a collection
To pay the bill for my C-section
And my baby girl is absolute perfection
This is the world God created for us. Our lives were given to us by him. Pray to Him so you can see through the depression to the beautiful parts of the world He has given us. You must live for Him and others. You can help so many others who suffer the same pain you have.
The Land of Never
Have you ever been so clever You visited the Land of Never? “Never will I eat the foods that make me fat, Never will I say those awful words Like Heckedy Schmekedy drat,” Or in a moment of practiced pique When your bottom’s fallen in the creek: “Never ever will I do that again, No horse could drag me through that glen,” Or when your friend and you have a falling out, A spat where you cross your arms and shout, “That’s it, never will I be your friend! Never! Never! Never! The End!” . . . But it’s not the end, now is it? You’ll eat the pie despite the pounds and zits, You’ll say some awful things Because they have a righteous ring, You’ll take that trip to somewhere far away, Smiling as you wipe off spray, You’ll call your friends And make amends, You’ll say, “Did I say ‘Never’? For me that’s far too clever. Let’s take a walk Around the block, Pluck a dandelion on the fly, Pick out Orion in the sky. Whatever we may endeavor Let’s steer clear Of the Land of Never.” ~Day Williams
Let’s dive down
Leave your worries behind
Under the sea
You’ll swim with me,
With treasure chests to find.
Let’s go down
The deep shaft of a mine.
Under the earth
You’ll know your worth:
The nuggets there are fine.
Let’s come back
And walk solid ground.
People we meet
Their hearts will beat
We’ll show them what we’ve found.
For three years, out of key with his time,
He strove to resuscitate the dead art
Of poetry; to maintain “the sublime”
In the old sense. Wrong from the start—
The Clintons are scared that they will be slapped into jail before they are each 500 years old. But they need not worry, the guards will fall asleep and the doors and gates will be unlocked.