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TIME

Time steals many moments of our life.

We are governed by her rules.

She tells us when to be here…or there.

She has us running around like fools.

 

But I wonder…when it comes to time…

have you ever given any thought…

to how, though some of this running around is necessary…

some of it…is not.

 

For when you slow your life down…

Oh the wonders you will see…

as you begin to take the time…

for what time is meant to be.

 

Time to watch the sun rise…or set… 

To marvel at how morning dewdrops gleam

To listen to the rain, the birds, the wind…

To skips stones across a stream.

 

Time to walk in moonlight…

to dip your fingers the sea…

to smell the fragrance of a rose…

To sit in the shade of an old oak tree

 

Yes, time steals many moments… 

but when they’re gone…do not forsake them…

Because…

She also gives us moments to enjoy…

 

It’s up to us to take them.

MY PLANS

I had so many plans when I was just a boy…

plans that would bring me fame and wealth…happiness and joy…

 

I planned to be a pilot…I planned that I would fly…

up among the birds and stars…as I soared across the sky.

 

I planned to be a movie star…I planned to live in Hollywood.

I planned to travel around the world…making all the movies that I could.

 

I planned to be a football star…quarterback was my goal.

I planned to lead my team right down the field…and to the Super Bowl.

 

I planned to be a rock star…my music would be the rage…

people would smile and wave and call my name…as I played upon the stage.

 

I planned to be a doctor…and I planned never to be vain

as I cured people of their sicknesses…and eased them of their pains.

 

But a teacher(?), husband(?), Dad(?), and PopPop(?)…these I never planned to be…

It seems, to me, that Destiny…had other plans for me.

 

Yet not a day goes by that I don’t smile…softly clasp my hands…

 

and thank my lucky stars…to have this life I never planned.

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ICING ON THE CAKE

Three children, young girls, sitting around a campfire…

watching the flames and eating s’mores…

telling stories, and wondering about their futures…

watching their imaginations soar…

 

I want to be a dancer…no a doctor…and cure people of their aches…

I want to be a chef, a baker…and put icing on the cakes…

 

And it made me think back to when I was a boy

sitting around a campfire…eating s’mores…

telling stories, wondering about my future…

What was I wishing for?

 

Of course that was a long time ago…my memories are a blur…

and when I think about my wishes then…I can’t remember what the were.

 

If old me was to go back in time…to young me he would profess…

Wish to be a kind and gentle person…wish for happiness. 

 

Wish for a family who loves you…wish for a life without too much turmoil…

wish for friends who make you smile…wish for grandchildren you can spoil.

 

Wish to be the best person you can be…every moment you’re awake

Wish for someone to grow old with…

after all…the rest…

 

is just icing on the cake.

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ONE RED TULIP

Every year as Winter wanes and the Spring sun illuminates the skies

from the sepia surroundings of our garden…one red tulip is the first to rise.

 

It is an amazing spectacle…a miracle of design

And I often think, how that little red tulip’s life…is similar to mine.

 

The tulip celebrates a birthday every year… every year it starts anew.

Which, if i’m not mistaken, is exactly what I do.

 

The first years of a tulip’s life …when it’s life has just begun

It only looks to be showered by the rain…and nurtured by the sun.

 

So too it was with me those first years…for I had no regrets

and I was always happy when my basic needs were met.

 

In the middle of a tulips life…before each season ends

It looks to other flowers and insects and birds to be its friend.

 

Here again with the tulip I am joyfully compared

For in the middle years I realized…life is better when it’s shared.

 

As the tulip ages it’s not concerned whether it’s bright red, big or small

It finds it’s comfort and it’s happiness in being a tulip after all.

 

So it was with me as more and more birthdays came and went

I settled into who I am…and I finally became content.

 

And the older we get…the tulip and I, when each new birthday does arrive

We are happy to be celebrating…happy to be alive.

 

Perhaps that’s why I love birthdays…for the possibilities a new year brings

 

Perhaps that’s why I’m so enamored with the first red tulip every Spring.

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LOOKING UP

What’s your secret he was often asked

to this contentment you possess?

Please, won’t you disclose to us...

What’s the key to your happiness?

 

“Everyday no matter where I am…

I watch the birds, the clouds...the sun

And then I watch the stars and the moon

When the evening has begun.”

 

“It’s something I have done

since I was but a little pup…

You see it’s easy to be happy

 

when you’re forever looking up.”

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MY DAD AND BASEBALL

My father loved his baseball, he said, “One day you will see,

how baseball is a lot like life…come…sit…and watch with me.”

 

He said, “When it’s your turn to bat…you do not know your fate.”

“You take a couple practice swings…and step up to the plate.”

 

“You’re ready…but a little nervous, as you hear the catcher pound the mitt.”

“Will you make an out this time…or will you get a hit.”

 

“And sometimes you get that hit…and sometimes you make an out.”

“For that, my son, is what baseball…and life are all about.”

 

“But the wonderful thing about life and baseball…is no matter how you do,

the next time you come up to bat…I’ll still root for you.”

 

As I watched my granddaughter play softball yesterday,

I had to smile as my childhood and adulthood met…

It seems my father gets much smarter

 

the older that I get.


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A SHOOTING STAR

This morning, while out walking,

I hadn’t gotten very far…

when I happened to look up

and see a shooting star.

 

It was in that magical time of day,

before the night gives way to dawn.

I saw a flash,

a streak of light,

and then… the star was gone.

 

And I had to stop and marvel

at how that star and the night contrasted…

there but for a moment…

beautiful while it lasted.

 

I continued on my morning walk

again, I hadn’t gotten very far,

when I realized how all of us

are like that shooting star.

 

No matter how we see our life…

of this there is no doubt

We are here but for a brief moment 

before our light burns out.

 

I made a wish upon that star:

That everyone would be loving and caring and kind…

so people will smile when they see their star

 

and at the light they leave behind?


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WHO I WANTED TO BE...

 

When I was young I had big plans…I knew eventually

what I wanted to do with my life…and who I wanted to be.

 

I wanted to be a baseball star…the envy of the nation…

until I realized to be one…takes good eye-hand coordination.

 

Then I wanted to be a football star…have my name emblazoned on my shirt…

until I realized I was much too small…and all that tackling hurt!

 

Next I wanted to be an astronaut…and soar up among the stars…

until I realized my tummy ached…just riding in the car.

 

Then I wanted to be President…in charge of all the masses…

until I realized somedays…I can’t even find my glasses.

 

Eventually a teacher, husband, father and grandfather

is what I came to be…

and I often wonder if I chose them…

or if they have chosen me.

 

Yes, when I was young I had big plans

but I didn’t know…eventually

who I am in my life

 

is who I’d want to be.


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EBB AND FLOW

There is an undulation to life...

a natural ebb and flow.

Sometimes it’s dark and grey...

other times...it glows.

 

And when it glows...we must enjoy it...

every moment of every day...

so when it’s dark we have joy saved up

to help us light our way.

 

And when it’s grey...we muddle through...

we try to overcome our fears...

knowing joy will soon return...

in the wake of all our tears.

 

Knowing somewhere in our sorrow 

If we look for joy…we’ll find it…

Knowing a cloud cannot cast a shadow…

 

unless the sun’s behind it. 


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