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Did You Ever Really Live?
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.
Life Styles
This poem is from Autumn Leaves:
Bright lights, music shattering to the ears,
Slick talk, designer dress, disco crowd,
Meaningless talk among peers,
Different life style for the young-at-heart.
Four-star restaurant, soft music, silver service,
Opulence to the tenth degree,
Works of art, big mansions, fine cars,
Wealth and life style for all to see.
Eyes downcast, ragged clothes, empty stomach,
No place for a weary head.
Cold streets, lonely hours, empty future,
Lost dreams, no roots, another day of dread.
Life styles of street people and drifters–
Whose dreams and hopes are dead.
Every day, same old thing,
Week in, week out, same routine.
Strength of hand, sweat of brow,
Make the payments on the bills somehow.
Year in, year out, rain or snow–
Life style of the workers who make the country go.
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