The Little Boy and the Old Man
Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded, "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy,
"it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean," said the little old man.
- Shel Silverstein
DEATH OF AN INNOCENT
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I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,
the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,
the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom.. I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?
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Puter Prayer
by: unknown (?)
Every night I lie in bed
This little prayer inside my head
God bless my mom and dad
and bless my children .......
And God, there's just one more thing
I wish that you would do
if you don't mind me asking.........
to just bless my puter too?
Now I know that it's not normal
to bless a small machine
but listen just a second
and I'll try to explain...
You see, that little metal box
holds more than odds and ends.
inside those small components
rest a hundred loving friends.
Some it's true I've never seen
and most I've never met
we've never shaken hands or
ever truly hugged, and yet..
I know for sure they love me
by the kindnesses they give
and this little scrap of metal
is how I get to where they live.
By faith is how I know them
much the same as I know you.....
by sharing my life it brings them close,
so if it's ok with you..
Just take an extra minute
from your duties up above..
to bless this little hunk of steel
that's filled with so much love.
Life Speed
Don't Dance So Fast...
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round,
Or listened to rain slapping the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight,
Or gazed at the sun fading into the night?
You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
Time is short, the music won't last.
Do you run through each day on the fly.
When you ask "How are you?", do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,
With the next hundred chores running through your head?
You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
Time is short, the music won't last.
Ever told your child, we'll do it tommorrow,
And in your haste not seen his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die
'Cause you never had time to call and say "Hi"?
You better slow down, don't dance so fast
Time is short, the music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere,
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It's like an unopened gift thrown away.
Life is not a race, so take it slower,
Hear the music before the song is over.
Unknown
FRIENDS WITHOUT FACES
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens.
We all have to wonder, what
this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
looking for something
or someone, as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
small groups we do form, and
gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
we want recognition, but it is
always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt.
We chat so deeply, and reveal
why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - why we don't know...
But some of these
friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
telling our secrets, that have never been
told.
Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
with those we can't see, as though
we were blind.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and
need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must...
so we turn to the 'puter,
and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains...
they are Friends Without
Faces, and odd little names.
Author Unknown
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all--" Emily Dickinson
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