WHO?

Look into the mirror and tell me whom do you see?
Is that the Image you want others to see?
Is it the outside only?
Do you hide the inside?
Who do you pretend to be if not yourself?
Is your self-esteem a carbon copy of someone else?
By what stander do you identify with?
Are you living a myth?

WHAT?

What is in your heart?
Do you seek greatness in this world?
Is fame the name of the game?
What are your passions?
Popularity
Appearance
Sucess
Need to be in fashion?
Will a PHD solve the issue?
Or maybe worldly service
Or being a philanthropist
Is being visible based on accomplishments?
Does losing all make you nervous?
What is in your heart?
Ask yourself!
Who gave you these gifts?
Where does your greatness lie?

WHERE

Where does your greatness lie?
To whom do you owe your success?
Is your love mixed with vanity?
Is your life full of pomp and circumstance?
Willing to take chances
Dispite failures and faults
Climbing the latter of success
Ignoring all the rest
Or
Do you exhibit loneliness with humility?
Or do you take us for fools
When you speak the golden rule?

WHEN?

From birth till death
What is your life worth?
When you’re buried in the earth
The secrets that you keep
Buried in the deep
We can only guess
Will they ever give you rest?

WHY?

Why was your faith based only on what you see?
Is seeing believing
You never believed in blind faith
Do you believe now?
Has your faith given you eternal rest?
Did your life assure your destiny?
Are you where you belong?
Destiny is funny
When left to one’s discretion
Has lead you in the wrong direction
Where you are now, I can only guess
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“For he cometh in with vanity,departed in darkness and his name
shall be covered with darkness.Moreover he hath not seen the sun nor
known anything this hath more rest than the other.”


Ecclesiastes 6 1-12

“Good beats upon the damned incessantly as sound waves beat
on the ears of the deaf, but they cannot receive it.Their fists are
clenched,their teeth are clenched, their eyes are fast shut. First they
will not, in the end they cannot open their hands for gifts, or
their mouth for food, or their eyes to see,”
C.S.Lewis (1898-1963)

What would you have done at the time?

Apologize for your behavior
Show mercy
Ask for her forgiveness
Forgive yourself
Show compassion
Action with meekness
Be truthful
Pay more attention
Never take her for granted
Show humility.
Be yourself
Leave in peace
Never have to regret doing nothing.
Words without action is the wrong reaction
You have nothing unless you have love
Love from your heart
Life without love is not very smart
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“Unless you have forgiven others you read your own
death warrant when you repeat the Lord’s Prayer”
C.H. Spurgeon (1834-1892)

What would you have done at the time?

Where does youth go?
Must we depend on our memory?
Do we need to reminisce?
Must we depend on recollections?
Do old photos freeze us in time?
Does man’s mortality make it so?
No need to pretend
No! No! No!
For
I see my lost youth
In the eyes of my friends
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“You can’t go home again.
Your childhood is lost.
The friends of your youth are gone.
Your present is slipping away from you.
Nothing is ever the same.”

Heraclitus Of Ephesus

If you could read my mind
What would you be likely to find?
Words I would never use
Thoughts that I abuse
How and why I pretend
Why the longings never end
Why being so proud
Never lets me cry out loud
Spirits from my past that
Haunt me still
Why I’m held against my will
Why love has evaded still
By turning each page you’ll soon realize
That reading someone’s mind
May not be very wise

The tears that I sow
Are for the sorrows that I reap
The tears that flow remind me so
Of the memories I keep
The tears that stream across my cheek
Flow down like a river ever so deep

The taste of my tears that caress my parched lips
Each one satisfying a thirst
From the pride that has always been my curse
Leaving tracks so that others follow
Bitter- sweet A taste too difficult to swallow

I pray for oil to flow down my head
But all I’m left with are my tears instead
Tears that leave me deep in sadness
Tears that leave me close to madness
So, I’ll go on weeping sowing in tears
Waiting for the day when I’ll reap a harvest
Of joy and gladness

THE CITY

Snowflakes falling
It’s Christmas in the city
Shoppers Scurrying about
Winds biting
Breezed red faces
Frostbite toes a runny nose
Chestnuts burning their lips
OH, so many trips to;
Haynes,Bambergers,Orbachs
Salvation Santas with bells and a hanging pot
Collecting change for charity
Window shopping:
Dolls trucks games elves placed on
Decorated snowcap shelves
A Lionel steam engine puffing away
Waiting for children to take home and play
Take the number 60 PS bus home with bundles of joy
Merry Christmas to every girl and boy

CHRISTMAS EVE

The aroma of pine permeates the air
Bright colored lights surround the tree
Silver and Gold Silver and Gold
Hidden behind dozens of silver streams
Smells from the kitchen
Stimulate the senses
Antepast, fish, salads, hors d’oeuvres, macaroni
So much more to mention
Relatives and friends gather about
Joining the feast
Drinking the wine
That taste mighty fine
At midnight some went to Mass
While others continued to crash
Children with joy and anticipation
Falling asleep
With dreams they keep
ALL WAS WELL

CHRISTMAS DAY

Parents asleep
We silently creep
Passed their door
On to the parlor floor
Head straight to the tree
On our knees
Check the stockings filled with:
Figs walnuts chestnuts
Under the tree were unwrapped gifts
(No one wrapped presents in my house)
We were never disappointed
(Mom and Dad never
Exchange gifts)
We played with our toys all day
Neighbers stopped in for drinks
Hungry relatives came for Christmas dinner
Alwas giving us money
Before dessert(expresso and pastries) you can hear the
Snoring coming from the parlor
Soon the day was coming to a close
With no kisses or hugs all went their separate ways
Until next year
Those were happy days
The days I remember in my memories and dreams
Nothing today is as it seems
All are gone but the past lives on
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“Therefore the lord Himself will give you a sign
Behold a virgin will be with child and bear a son
And she will call his name Immanual”

Isaiah 7-14

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It’s not about the things you collect
But about the things you cannot forget
Kept in time
Your time
These are the things I mention
All part of my recollection

Mad magazine
Elvis 45’s
Lionel trains
Pez dispenser
Teddy bear
Snow globe
Black and white tv
Schwin bike
Mickie Mantle card
Air rifle
Baseball glove
Radio flyer sled

Add to the list what you wish
It’s not about the things you have
Or left behind
but the memories they bind