Friday, July 17, 2009

from my Grandaunt

mile per mile
it takes a while

yard per yard
it gets hard

inch per inch
it’s a cinch.

~ Eleanor Shippentower - 1987

Good Times

When I think of all the good times
I've wasted having good times,
When I was drinking
I should have been thinking,
When I was fighting,
I could have done the right thing.

How could I know that all
that boozing
I would be losing
good times.

God Hath Not Promised
God hath not promised
Skies always blue.
Flower-strewn pathways
All our lives through;
God has not promised
Sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow,
Peace without pain.
But God hath promised
Strength for the day
Rest for the labor,
Light for the way,
Grace for the trials,
Help from above,
Unfailing sympathy,
Undying love.

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