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TOO OLD TO START OVER NOW

My Money, My Friends
My Family, My Cars
My Land and Houses
Outweigh your loving by far.

Your sex is great!
your hair is curly
I'm too old to start over
I don't want to have to worry.

A beauty to behold!
your boobs are big
But, I don't want to give up
The woman that loves my kids.

You're wonderful, you're great!
Talents you have many
I'm not giving up Half,
Not even a penny.

You cook and clean and anything in between
You are so full of life,
I want the best of both worlds-"I want it all"
But, I'll always go home to my wife.

Your love is priceless
your heart is made of gold
My wife keeps the house cleaned and mows the lawn,
So, her hand I'll always hold.

I want my cake and eat it too!
My girlfriend, My wife,
Boy what a life!
But, I'm TOO OLD TO START OVER NOW!

Wrote by the girlfriend saying: As if she were in his shoes (what the guy should have said).
C L Collins/Mount Airy, NC ~ (with permission 8/5/2006)
....a funny look at an affair that lasted for 3 years

I WISH MY DAUGHTER KNEW

I wish my daughter knew.. I wish she really knew,
How much I cried & prayed to see her in my arms,
To hold her to my breast & press her to my chest..
To smell her vivant breath & kiss her tiny cheeks,
I wish she really knew...

I wish my daughter knew, the nights I used to stay,
Near her bed to keep an eye on my angel in her sleep
Wishing my baby the best things in life,
Giving her my heart & sight
I wish she really knew...

I wish my daughter knew,
How dear & gorgeous she is,
My days, my age are all for her
Stories to tell & see her face with shiny smiles
I wish she really knew...

I wish my daughter knew , how much I care for her
I will.. if I can bring the world closer to her
and make it all so small, so tiny for her hands..
So easy to fit in her toy box to play...
I wish my daughter knew...

Barbara Sejean, Victoria, Australia
My own words poem, dedicated to my dear daughter
with all my love, 28/9/2003
(with permission 8/5/2006)

YOU ARE UNIQUE

You are God's creation,
Perfectly designed by Him.
He gave to you the best He had in mind
And therefore made you one of a kind.

He started forming you before you were even born;
To watch you grow as was His intent.
Given to you was your own free will
That you might be content.

Somewhere along the path, you had to make a choice;
Whether to follow Jesus or to follow your group of friends
To stray from the Father's will
Only defeats you in the end.

The blessings you have, the talents you show
Did not come from here on Earth.
They were all given to you
By God even before your birth.

So please don't follow the world's demands
Of falling into Satan's snares.
You are unique, a Child of God
And He is the one who really cares.

Barbara Hall, South Carolina, July 12, 2006
(with permission 8/5/2006)

EASTER

Easter is a holiday we celebrate each year
though it be a solemn one we greet it with good cheer,
For it signifies a story told a long time ago,
part of it is joyous and part of it is woe,

Pertaining to our Jesus who died for our sin
giving us the gift of life and its final race to win,
He dwelt here among us the glorious Son of God,
Spreading love and charity as this woeful land He trod,

He healed sick and cured the lame and caused
the blind to see, showing love and compassion
as the way things ought to be,
But yet they still reviled Him for the things he
did and said, and there was no rest among them
until they saw him dead,

With false accusations He was doomed to the
Cross, causing those who dwelt in that time
their final greatest loss,
But on the third day He rose again filling many's
heart with glee, and that my friend is why
Easter means so much to me.

written by J. E. Reddish, Kentucky
(with permission 8/7/2006)

The sun was shining through the door
On this wonderful bright day
The steady breeze just lingered
In a soft and gentle way.

I was sitting at the table
Praying for my friend
That she could see the wonders
The Lord would surely send.

An angel in disguise she is
A helping hand indeed
Her gentle touch will heal you
If you should be in need.

So please Lord heal her body
Make her well again once more
Keep her spirits flying high
And let your Blessings soar.

Lilly C, a concerned friend, Melrose Park, IL
(with permission 8/11/2006)

I WILL WALK AMONGST THE ANGELS

I will walk amongst the angels
In God's mansion in the sky
I will walk amongst the angels
Counting clouds as they go by

I will see my Savior smiling
As I look upon His face
I will see my Savior smiling
As He gives me loving grace

I will wait for your arrival
Guiding you to the promise land
I will wait for your arrival
Where you'll take our Savior's hand

I will meet you in the garden
Holding hands as we once knew

I will meet you in the garden
We will be there, me and you

Then we'll walk amongst the angels
Side by side, we'll always be
Then we'll walk amongst the angels
Walking through eternity

© Wendy Rea, Waynesboro, VA
(with permission 8/13/2006)

LOVE IS A MEMORY

Love is a memory
Love is in our hearts
Love is with us
It won't ever tear us apart

My heart would be in agony
If our love just faded away
My soul would be so lonely
Without you everyday.

Keri Fraley , Acworth, GA
(with permission 8/14/2006)

CREATION

Our God has given twinkling stars
and nearby planets, Venus, Mars,
plus all the others that at night
present a truly wondrous sight.

And far beyond our solar world
are countless galaxies unfurled
in silence, as our setting sun
has for the day its full course run.

‘Tis then that life is most sublime
for heav'n and earth do meld in time
and nature/creature seem most one
with God Almighty and His Son.

For all of this and much, much more,
we thank the LORD whom we adore.

Frank Vann, London, ON
(with permission 8/19/2006)

Born in your eyes
Live on your cheek
Die on your lips

Jimmy Knudson, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
(with permission 8/24/2006)

WALL OF PICTURES

There is a wall in my home where I can see
What all of these years have meant to me.

I look at the wall and feel so much love
Even now, as it comes from heaven above.

This is a wall of pictures, you see
Of me and my ever-loving family

Sandy Brown, Bloomville, Ohio
(with permission 9/1/2006)

I GO BY THE WIND

I go by the wind.