Monday, December 3, 2007
Everyone Plays The Fool Sometimes
We all do foolish things. It is part of being human. The good news is you don't have to feel foolish or let it keep you from doing what you want to do. Letting go of the fear of looking foolish or doing something foolish frees you to live life more fully. Once you realize that foolishness is all part of life you can begin to enjoy every moment, even the foolish ones.
Friday, November 23, 2007
My Get-Up And Go Has Got-Up And Went!
How do I know that my youth is all spent? My get-up and go has got-up and went. But in spite of it all I am able to grin When I think of where my get-up has been!
Old age is golden, so I have heard said; Yet I sometimes wonder when I get out of bed. With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup, My eyes on the table, until I wake up.
As sleep dims my eyes, I say to myself, Is there anything else I should have laid on the shelf? But I am happy to say as I close my door, My friends are the same, perhaps even more.
When I was young my slippers were red; I would kick my heels, right over my head. As I grew older my slippers were blue, Still I could dance the whole evening through.
Now I am older, my slippers are black, I walk to the store, and puff my way back! The reason I know my youth is all spent, My get-up and go has got-up and went.
But I really don't mind when I think with a grin, Of all the grand places my get-up has been. Since I have retired from life's competition, I busy myself with life's repetition.
I get up each morning and dust off my wits, Pick up the paper and read the Obits; If my name is missing, I know I'm not dead. So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed!
Old age is golden, so I have heard said; Yet I sometimes wonder when I get out of bed. With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup, My eyes on the table, until I wake up.
As sleep dims my eyes, I say to myself, Is there anything else I should have laid on the shelf? But I am happy to say as I close my door, My friends are the same, perhaps even more.
When I was young my slippers were red; I would kick my heels, right over my head. As I grew older my slippers were blue, Still I could dance the whole evening through.
Now I am older, my slippers are black, I walk to the store, and puff my way back! The reason I know my youth is all spent, My get-up and go has got-up and went.
But I really don't mind when I think with a grin, Of all the grand places my get-up has been. Since I have retired from life's competition, I busy myself with life's repetition.
I get up each morning and dust off my wits, Pick up the paper and read the Obits; If my name is missing, I know I'm not dead. So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Character Development
"Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved. " -----Hellen Keller
Sunday, September 23, 2007
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