A life spent in making mistakes is not only more honorable but more useful than a life spent in doing nothing.
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A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.
quote by George Bernard Shaw
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A life spent making mistakes is not only most honorable but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.
Walk Away
Nothing seems to surprise me
You spent your life driving
Nothing seems to amuse me
She fell asleep crying today
Coz her life's lost and changed its ways
And through this time you lost a friend
All good things come to an end
So you trust in something in someone
You spent your life
Thinking and trying and finding
It's never right
You want it all your own sad way
You pushed him down
Then left to say "Can you just help me one last time?"
She's got you now she'll feed you lies
It's all right it's ok
Life moves on to better days
It's all right it's ok
Life moves on just walk away
So what can I do?
To get it all back now
It's all right it's ok
Life moves on to better days
It's all right it's ok
Life moves on just walk away
song performed by by Near Miss from The Gentle Art Of Making Enemies
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I've Spent To Long
I've spent to long not caring,
I've spent to long away,
And now you want me back,
To live just like before,
You want to take my hand again,
You want my love to stay,
But I've spent to long not caring,
And my love it flew away.
I've spent to long in solitude,
I've spent to long in hope,
And now you want me in your arms,
To stay and hold you close,
You want to take my love again,
Feel despair take it's place,
But I've spent to long in solitude,
And you've lost this blood soaked race.
I've spent to long not caring,
Spent to long away,
Spent to long denying,
I've spent to long awake,
And now you want my slumber,
You want a love to stay,
But I've spent to long not caring,
And love? It fades away.
poem by Holly Heron
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I Have Spent My Life
I HAVE SPENT MY LIFE
I have spent my life
Walking
And Thinking
And Writing Poems.
A happy life
A blessed life
I thank God for it
As I now too
write these late afternoon lines
At Sunset
In a Jerusalem garden
Where the light breeze
And green intermingle.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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One Love
One love in my young life
Took me somewhere I had never been
And I want to live again, breathe again
In the shelter of his brightly woven love song
So long I have wanted love to be
Sitting just this near to me
Now my waiting heart is free
(*) few are the choices we are given
The sands of time pass quickly by
One dream of my young life
Now stands holding out his hand to me
Now I cant help but believe that my whole life will be
Spent in one love
Repeat (*)
Spent in one love
Spent in one love
song performed by by Carpenters
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Happy ending
She spent her life worrying over everyone
She spent her days trying to get her kids the life they wanted
She spent her nights trying to convince her husband not to leave
She tried everything
But it never worked
Her worries never went away
Her kids ended up with dead-end lives
Her husband ended up with a 23 year old blonde
And all she wanted was a happy ending
poem by Tiffany Fawcett
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For my children, they spent 15 to 20 years of their life in baseball. And Ruth and I spent so many years of our married life that that was our life. We knew nothing else.
quote by Nolan Ryan
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Joy of a Lifetime
The joy of a lifetime
Is the success one makes of life.
Success is the result of handwork and luck.
Three stages there are in life.
Comes first the prime of life,
When on bubble with life and enthusiasm.
And boils with youthful exuberance..
Next comes mid age, age for reasoning,
When one through life is half spent.
Last comes old age, age of experience,
When one is close to the grave.
Success can be attained at anytime.
But nothing can equal he prime of life,
When one still has so many years ahead.
And when at this time success smiles on you,
Then to the Almighty be the glory,
The gratitude and appreciation,
For a life well spent and full of success.
poem by Mac Araromi
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My Heart's Corner, , , ,
moments of laughs spent together, ,
moments of smiles spent together, ,
moments of fights spent together,
moments of busy ness spent together, ,
somethings discussed together, ,
some solutions found toghether,
way of living discussed together, ,
discussed and decided to be together..
will always be remembered in this life and even after, ,
may you always b happy even after me, ,
well i hope u always reign to b seen after me,
high up in the bright sky, ,
ur name flutters, ,
i know you u want the whole sky to be urs, ,
may u ask 4 all n get more then wht urs, , ,
the sun rises, , the sun sets, ,
the moon rises, the moon sets, ,
the stars sparkle, , look cute,
i admire them in totally a silence soo mute,
my heart throbs with each of ur word said,
what if you never said,
how much you loved me, ,
but still feel u around me, ,
set even my mind according to it, ,
well ill always need my heart to remind me of it, , ,
cos u r the corner of my heart, , ,
who's never ever apart! ! ! ! !
luv ya, , , , , my life, , ,
poem by Pooja Mehta Shah
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Pent up lust
The pent up lust like the pent up anger
Is the sealed boiler, bent to explode.
The spent out lust, like the spent out anger,
Is lidless cauldron, empty by vapour.
Men are pent up and harlots are spent out.
Where is the juice of life?
03.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Life's Dance
In truth, I could live without you,
But that wouldn't be a life worth living.
Since you've been away,
My head went astray,
And I don't know what to do.
I can't sleep at night,
Getting up doesn't feel right,
Because I know I won't see you.
There is no promise of tomorrow,
But there is the promise of today,
Which will not be spent in sorrow or wishing my life away.
Instead it will be spent thinking,
Thinking about if I get the chance,
How I will spend tomorrow,
Dancing with life's dance.
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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Why do we want to love?
Why do we beg for love?
Why do we die without attention?
Why do we prefer to be two instead of one?
Why do we seek warmth from a body that is not ours?
Why do we want to be special in the eyes of others?
Is life a gift too precious to be spent alone?
Is being alone a thought too cold?
Do we love as we long to be loved?
Or is life simply a gift
Too great to be spent on you
and you alone.
poem by Hafeni Nghidinua
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Short Shrift
‘I’ve failed! ’ How many times have sons
And fathers’ fathers echoed me?
‘I’ve failed! My life was spent in dreams, ’
We said, ‘in shallow misery.
In dreams and steel and soot and grime,
In screams, and what would seem some crime
Of trying to live beyond our need...
Our lives were spent in some black creed! ’
‘Too short, too short, the days we spent
In trying to right the days before,
Too long, too long, the years we struggled
Knowing not what struggled for.
What goal, what aim, what discontent,
What loves we lost, what life we spent
In wondering what such life could be?
Short shrift for you - harsh words for me! ’
‘I’ve failed, my sons, I’ve failed you all
And so my failure tortures me,
As in that innocence divine
Your love loves all the failed in me.
If I could strip this flesh, or tear
These eyes that cried hot fire for you
To save you from the same despair
My father’s father brought me to...’
20 July 1976
poem by David Lewis Paget
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The happiest years of my mother's life were spent in Washington, D.C. It was where she met my father, where John was born and where I spent my earliest years.
quote by Caroline Kennedy Schlossberg
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Ecologically Speaking
What more than life is more precious?
Ecologically speaking!
And why does it take a crisis,
To begin to realize this?
Wreckless deceivers,
Have always been in the midst.
But time appears not to be on their side...
To hide their lies.
And this is recognized.
Life for them has become more precious, again.
More than the pocketing of fortunes.
Since no where on Earth could it be spent.
Not if life as we know it ends.
With a rush to mend and fix mistakes,
Misdeeds created will be hopefully corrected.
To allow greed to proceed as if unaffected.
And nothing at all learned to feed from lessons.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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27 Years! ! ! ! !
27 years of my life-
I lived like a wife,
waiting for my husband kiss;
Which i always missed.
27 years of my life -
Waited all the nights,
To share my happiness and sadness;
And i felt it was madness.
27 years of my life-
I spent with unknown husband,
Who has time to work;
And I felt like a jerk.
27 years of my life-
I spent with boredom,
And being a loyal wife;
I lost my freedom.
After 27 years of my life-
I still feel something missing,
I still keep looking;
And still waiting.
And the next 27 years will pass by:
Without my husband near by.
poem by Anju Addanki
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Willingly bequeathing
I earned more than I spent.
I spent more time to earn
And less time to have respite.
I leave enough wealth behind.
I don’t wish that I spent.
I don’t regret I didn’t spend.
I willingly bequeath
Lest kids should suffer and curse.
09.08.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A reversible trend
you are reversing the cycle
it is clearly written i bible
no one is moving from stand
we only misguide and understand
why do we think more and sink?
we spent energy unnecessarily and think
where is need to raise noise or bark?
why start at night should shine or spark?
life is as tidy as dawn
where morning star sparks and blink
after all the midnight storm
sun welcomes the morning warm......
Moon and stars to provide calm and cool
nights to be spent by poets and fools
midnight storm may rise and subside
the happiness and joy may permanently reside
All worries are over by rising sun
we walk up early and make run
life is to be spent with worry or fun
life is with risk at the point of gun
we may go as usual in our way
the realities may be far away
we simply draw the conclusion
rest everything stays as big question
life is to lived as such
there is nothing left as much
I draw the lines and enjoy
there enough to see with joy
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Nobody Gonna Tell Me What To Do
Shoulda seen the look on the face of the boss of the second shift,
When I threw my hard hat at him,
An' suggested the box where he could stick it.
I walked downstairs an told 'em I was leavin' Bethlehem,
Like I'd seen the Saviour, had tears in my eyes,
Holdin' my hands up an' shoutin': "Amen."
'Cause there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.
I spent most of my life a-wrapped up tight,
In somebody else's hand-me-down old shoes.
Startin' today, I'm someone I'd be proud to know:
You might tell me where to go,
But there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.
We buried Daddy just like week at the church to save his soul.
Man, he dreamed of pilot's wings:
Spent his whole life diggin' coal.
I got a guitar under my bed, but I've been too scared to fly.
But that's enough of that stuff, I'm packin' up my truck:
They can just kiss my butt goodbye.
'Cause there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.
I spent most of my life a-wrapped up tight,
In somebody else's hand-me-down old shoes.
Startin' today, I'm someone I'd be proud to know:
You might tell me where to go,
But there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.
Instrumental Break.
'Cause there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.
(Ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.)
I spent most of my life wrapped up tight,
In somebody else's hand-me-down old shoes.
Startin' today, I'm someone I'd be proud to know:
You might tell me where to go,
But there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.
I walked downstairs an told 'em I was leavin' Bethlehem.
song performed by by Van Zant
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