During all my hurried chase for wealth,
I sacrificed my youth and spoiled my health.
Two young lovers sharing a kiss…
Just one of the many things I missed.
So many things yet to do, so much I want to say.
The mirror reflects my wrinkled face and hair turned whitish-grey.
I don’t remember smelling land after a cleansing rain
Or offering soothing words of comfort to those suffering alone in pain.
Did I notice children’s faces looking skyward in delight
As they held on tightly to their multi-colored kites?
Did I collect a seashell from a white beach sand,
And did I get to travel to a distant land?
Did I pluck daisy petals or ever smell a rose
Or even try to ice skate after the lakes all froze?
There’s so many things I could add to my lengthy lists,
Containing all the many things I apparently missed.
My race is run, my fortune won —
A hollow victory it would seem
For I missed out on simple things,
It is time I can’t redeem.
I rolled the dice of my own choice.
In pursuit of my wealth,
I paid the price.
In the quest, I lost the best when I lost my health.
Recording my sad litany
Reveals truth which cannot be denied:
For though I have wealth, I’ll die a pauper’s death
With all my music still inside!
It’s not how much you get
Nor how much you give.
A more important question begs an answer:
During all your endeavors, did you ever really live?
Working hard for wealth,
Recognition, or simply trying to be,
You paid a heavy price in time, stress, and aging
Because nothing comes for free.
We all work and struggle for our children,
Hoping they’ll accomplish more than we.
We want them to have a better life than us,
Yet nothing is for free.
Life teaches hard lessons.
Can knock you to your knees.
Never giving in but getting up
Is but one of a successful life’s keys.
We were put here for a purpose.
Many may not understand.
To do our best during our test,
Maybe lend a helping hand.
Some are doctors, lawyers, brokers,
Paupers or kings wearing a crown.
Others were musicians, writers,
Or poets of renown.
It was given to you freely.
It’s therefore yours to decide,
But one last thought I’ll venture
If you will abide.
You’ve worked so hard for others,
Please don’t die with your music still inside.
May your travels be filled with wonder.
May yours days be warm and long.
May your eyes be filled with beauty.
May your heart be filled with song.
God bless you on your journey!
One shoe does not fit everyone. It takes all kinds of people to make a world.
God bless you on your journey.
Man is sometimes a restless creature.
It is but one of his many features.
Wanting what he can’t have to fulfill a desire,
Sometimes he’ll struggle until he expires.
With a bank account full, he’ll strain for still more,
Worrying about investments as he paces the floor.
He won’t give up, and he sure won’t quit.
He certainly will not enjoy his wealth one little bit!
Cemeteries fill up, stopping these desires and suspense.
So many dying, they’ve had to build a fence.
Someone else will spend that wealth that he worked so hard to get,
But from where he now lies, he can have no regret.
If more people would spend more time and effort to discover and improve who they are
rather than who they would like to be (copycat),
they would be more likely to find unwrapped gifts inside themselves, including happiness.
Think of what joy that would bring!
There once was a man named Dugger Vance
Who grew too large for his pants.
He slaved for nickels and died for dimes,
But Digger lived in the best of times.
In a cemetery, he rests alone,
But he made his mark – it’s etched in stone.
You’ve asked me to speak to you concerning Love. In all humility, how could I even dare to attempt to explain the mystery of this heaven-sent feeling?
Have not better scholars and brilliant poets undertaken this task sufficiently?
Understanding Love and trying to give one a clear, easy definition is a thing which troubles the imagination in its description for many times words stumble in the effort, leaving much to be desired. Still, Love deserves this effort!
This wonderful feeling plucks our heart strings like the skillful fingers of a master harp player. The musical notes rise upward from heart to soul, heard by the one experiencing the feelings and surely by the Angels of Heaven. Such is my poor attempt to explain Love.
To those who have never experienced Love, no explanation will suffice. To those who have, any explanation simply brings forth a knowing smile.
When Love is present, life has full meaning and wonderment. Without Love, life is a vacuum and void.
Be vigilant, for you might be experiencing it without really understanding what it is, perhaps crushing it like the petals of a rose during its development.
There are different kinds of Love: such as parental and platonic Love or the Love of animals, art, music, or our Creator. Do not confuse one for the other as you live your life. Do not expect a guarantee in the Feelings Department, for there are none. Such is Love.
Ponce de Leon searched for the Fountain of Youth in vain, but you and I can find it easily. Just attend a Yoga or Tai Chi class or get on a treadmill or elliptical machine – you have found it!
I was relaxing in front of the television, my mind a million miles away, when a random thought entered my mind. The thought crystallized and took form like a beautiful sunset with quiet but forceful insistence. Suddenly, other thoughts began to enter and materialize in planned order, almost as if they were designed through careful planning and arranged in order.
First of all, do not concern yourself too much about accumulating material things because they are fleeting. We acquire, use, discard, sell, or give them away. The main point to always remember is they are passing — simply tools, if you will, in our progression of growth.
The drive and desire to accumulate material things require valuable time, which is the most precious commodity of all. Not only that, but the energy and planning to acquire them can interfere with living and enjoying life. Remember, only man and apes have a prehensile, grasping hand that can grasp and hold tight. We have the choice to do that or not.
Never let the idea of abundant personal possessions mold you because we are more important than that! We are here to learn whatever life can teach us before we move on. You are not going to take it with you, so why overly concern yourself?
Seek out enrichment through knowledge and fulfillment which brings contentment. None of us are better than another because of items we own or the greater acquisition of money. No, we are all made of the same basic material. When our learning period is finished, so is life.
We should remember, therefore, to be humble, and learn as much as we can absorb because our time on this planet we call home is only temporary. We are in transit and bound for a better place. After all, we have an everlasting promise. These thoughts give me great comfort.
And so it is.
God’s blessings upon your journey. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to one and all!