My father taught me that one of the most important abilities in life is to be able to take the pain and persevere, and for years this lesson had served me well.
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What kind of people do they think we are? Is it possible they do not realize that we shall never cease to persevere against them until they have been taught a lesson which they and the world will never forget?
quote by Winston Churchill
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Never Burn a Bridge That Has Been Easily Given
You've lost your job and home,
The respect of your spouse...
And now your kids roam,
All over the place with hoodlums.
Since they wish not to be alone.
And I am quite surprised you've come to me.
I've lived for years on a fixed income.
And my life is lived basic and happily.
You told me once I had a life you could not live.
So glad I am blessed to have it...
And sorry to learn your life is the way it is.
I am sure there will be many lessons,
You will come to learn.
There was one you taught me yourself.
Never burn a bridge that has been easily given.
Especially one you did not earn.
And constructed just for you to cross.
Since one never knows,
When the desire to cross it again will be yearned.
But a connection has been lost.
'That's a lesson I taught to you?
I don't recall saying that.'
You don't have to!
It was my lesson.
And you were there like you are right now,
To keep it fresh as if just taught.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Persevere
You have to persevere
with everything you do in life.
If you don’t persevere,
you will never get what you want.
You try and try with no success
and feel like throwing the towel in.
If you do that with everything,
how can you ever succeed?
You have to persevere
in everything you do,
it may take a month
and maybe even a year,
but if you persevere with it,
you will succeed in the end.
5 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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‘Happy Father’s Day,2011’
One needs a father as much as a mum;
One needs in life, the love and care of both;
Both parents, children make family whole;
No one is less important than the next!
On Father’s Day, you greet your loving dad;
You thank him for all things and make him glad;
Without him, life can become truly sad;
Respect your dad for not his money’s wad!
A father makes life worth living for all;
He toils for family’s sake and hears your call;
The bread-winner, protector and your guide –
A dad’s the hero and everyone’s pride!
A fatherless child cannot grow up well;
Without your dad, life can turn almost hell;
A daddy’s love remains unrequited;
So, talk to him and keep him delighted!
Hence, wish your daddy dear on Father’s Day;
Obey and heed to whatev’r, he may say;
Emulate him and follow his advice;
Learn to toil and persevere to turn wise!
poem by John Celes
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I Feel Pain
I Feel Pain from the generations of mistreatment
I Feel Pain that you may not
I Feel Pain from years of suffering
I Feel Pain. From the discriminating plot
Some people think that I am crazy
Some people think that they follow in my ways
Some want no part in my actions
Some could care less about the previous days
I Feel Pain from everyone who almost did something
I Feel Pain from everyones hate
I Feel Pain from all who have lost
I Feel Pain from the ones who's help came to late
There is a lesson to be learned from all of my troubles
A lesson some might think is insane
You need to be aware of what you do to others
Because of you, I Feel Pain
poem by Patrick Cusick McKay Jr.
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My Hero.
When I Was Younger I Wanted To Be Someones' Hero.
But Now All I Want In MY Life Is A Hero.
See At 16 Years Old, People Will Tell You That They Love You, But Really Dont Mean It. And Thats Why Teenage Years Are So Tough.
I Remember My Dad Always Telling Me Just Believe & Have Faith In The Love Circle. So He Liked Too Call It. And At The Time I Didnt Understand A World He Was Trying To Say.
But Know As I Look Back On Every Lesson My Father Had Taught Me, And The Guidiance He Gave Me. I FINALLY Understand. No Matter What Happens In The Future.
MY DAD IS MY HERO.! !
poem by Jennifer McBride
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Dad Never Taught Me
Dad never taught me how to curse
And he never told us to gamble
He always warned cigarettes are worst
And never to waste food on the table.
Dad never taught us how to be idle
He was always a hardworking man at best
Taught us how to be responsible
And to face with Courage every test.
My Dad was not perfect but he taught well
I think that's the best he could leave
The lesson in life that really spell
How truly successful is a life well lived.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Perseverance
You taught me Dad, from when so young,
To always persevere.
If at first you don't succeed
You'd murmur in my ear.
Don't give up you always said.
There's no such word as can't.
So never wilt, just try again,
And never say "I shan't".
For it's worth so much that glittering prize.
Worth the best that you can do.
Sometimes you feel you'll triumph not,
But you will, for I know you!
So Dad I simply want to say
That persevere I do,
And when I feel like giving up,
My thoughts they wing to you.
You taught me long, and I learnt hard,
That if I want to succeed,
I must simply do whatever it takes,
To complete that word or deed.
poem by Rosi Caswell
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Dearest Dad
What better occasion than Father's Day to write to express how proud I am of you and to thank you from the bottom of my heart for being such a wonderful father. You have always been there when I needed your advice, encouragement or a well-deserved kick in the pants.
I thank God for so many good things that have happened in my life. I have no doubt that none of them would have been possible without your guiding influence. I am confident in my abilities. This confidence was surely nurtured in my early years by your guiding hand.
You have always been the model of the kind of father I have wanted to be. I have tried to live up to your high standards of honesty and openness. Though I have made my share of mistakes as a dad, I am proud that both Erika and Sasha exhibit many of the fine qualities that you taught me.
Each day seems to pass by a little faster. I can't believe that your first little boy is now 61 years old. As I reflect on my life and the wonderful family experiences, I can't recall even one bad memory…except maybe for good ol' Betsy, your belt.
I am as excited about seeing you next week as I was at Marquette University after the finals were over. The pure sense of love and giving that you represent, dearest Dad, is a rare commodity these days. As rare as the wonderful family you have created.
Dad, you're as fine as they come in every respect. I thank you and God
everyday for allowing me to be a part of your life. I love you so very mu
Your proud, and at the same time humble son, Greg
poem by Gregory Huyette
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The Best Dad In The World
My Father is a man of pride
Who often takes a swig, whenever he is down?
But despite all that
He still the best father in the world
Whenever he came from work
He'd cook and do our meals
He taught us how to clean a house
And how to make our beds
He taught us how to laugh and cry
And not be shy in front of eggs
He only ever smacked us
When we were bad, and had no ears
But still he's the best dad in the world
My father is a man of pride
Who takes no crap from any man?
He may be quite as a mouse
But when he speaks he brings down the house
Because he's a story telling man
He's a caring man
Who's endured the worst throughout the years?
At his own hands drinking his beers
But even after all that
He's still the best father in the world
Because without his hand in my life
I would not be who I am
So I say thank you
BECASUE HE IS THE BEST DAD IN THE WORLD
poem by Kaila George
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Father I Still Love You
I tried so hard to love you
But you never really cared
I tried so hard to trust you
But you were never really there
I wanted you to love me
But your heart had grown so cold
I wanted you to play with me
But money was your only goal
And now that I've grown older
And I look back on the years
I remember all the anger
The hurt the pain the tears
Father I forgive you
For all those wasted years
And I try not to remember
All the hurt the pain the tears
But father just please tell me
Did you ever love me once
Or was I just like leftovers
That you throw out after lunch
Father I still love you
And I'll never let that die
But father just please look at me
Say you love me to my eye
Father I must be honest
When you left I found another
My Father up in Heaven
And Jesus my loving Brother
They were the ones who loved me
When you had never cared
They were the ones who saved me
From a life of hate and despair
Father I still love you
And that will always stay true
But father will you love me
Because your child still needs you.
poem by Daniel Sweetnam
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Boys To Men
Growing up can be a pain
Youre not an man until you come of age
Weve given up our teenage years
In the effort to pursue our career
Who assumes responsibility
Of having to support our families
Whos protecting us from harm
Is there anyone around
That we can trust
So we search for answers to our questions
Looking for answers
No answers but were taught a lesson everytime
Through mistakes weve learned to gather wisdom
Lifes responsibility falls in our hands
Keep on learning
Keep on growing
cause wisdom helps us understand
Were maturing
Without knowing
These are the things that change boys to men
Oh the goals we set may exceed reality
Cause failurealways a possibility
Who can tell us that were wrong
Its up to us to figure out
What life is all about
So we search for answers to questions
Looking for the answers
No answers but were taught a lesson everytime
Through mistakes weve learned to gather wisdom
cause wisdom helps us see our responsibility.
song performed by by New Edition
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Charmed Into It
If there is 'anything' I've learned,
As I continue to live my life...
With widened eyes and healed knees.
And...
With ears alerted like a bat radared for life.
Never will I allow myself,
Consciously...
To revisit an experience that has taught me a lesson.
Nor will I be charmed into it!
Michael Jackson took a few steps backward,
And called that 'moonwalking'.
When I did it,
I called it regret!
I discovered a repetition of that,
Cause me much sorrow!
Never will I allow myself,
Consciously...
To revisit an experience that has taught me a lesson.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Was The One
(words & music by schroeder - demetruis - blair - peppers)
I was the one who taught her to kiss
The way that she kisses you now.
And you know the way she touches your cheek,
Well, I taught her how.
I was the one who taught her to cry
When she wants you under her spell.
The sight of her tears drives you out of your mind,
I taught her so well.
And then one day
I had my love as perfect as could be.
She lived, she loved, she laughed, she cried,
And it was all for me.
Ill never know who taught her to lie.
Now that its over and done,
Who learned the lesson when she broke my heart?
I was the one.
And then one day
I had my love as perfect as could be.
She lived, she loved, she laughed, she cried,
And it was all for me.
Ill never know who taught her to lie.
Now that its over and done,
Who learned the lesson when she broke my heart?
I was the one.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Work.
It is not the work which is important,
But the lesson we learn under that time is dormant.
Many hates the work, always wish for something better,
But need the income and just suffer.
It is better to be the drummer boy, who did it for Jesus,
Happily giving his best as a bonus,
Which is the best thing to do in every job,
Instead being a suffering, rebelling slob.
Constantly open your mind to understand the lesson,
With a certain faith in a better and better illusion,
Because life is a dream how we think and believe,
Contentment, calm, peace or the whole life can be a grief.
If we are in one job the whole life through,
That means we never learned completely the lesson, still in that shoe,
Just go on and hope to find the answer,
Always be happy, do your best, sooner or later you find life better.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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The Final Goodbye
The Final Goodbye
Time after time we have to say the final goodbye
To someone we deeply care about
*
Time after time we have to pay our last respect to the dead
Is there a lesson to be learnt
*
Is it the pain of everlasting departure
Or the gain of joy that we
Showed love and care
While you were there
Is that the lesson to be learnt
*
I feel a sense of emptiness now that you are gone
And after all has been said and done
I know that this life must still go on
*
I loved you
I respected you
I was privileged to share precious moments with you
I miss you
You are bigger than a princess
In my eyes you were the queen
But I am happy because
I am taking away beautiful memories of you
That's the lesson you have taught me
*
With this I say the Final Goodbye
Goodbye my Dear
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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You want a lesson? I'll give you a lesson. How about a geography lesson? My father's from Puerto Rico. My mother's from El Salvador. And neither one of those is Mexico.
quote by Jennifer Esposito
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Loved Ones Die
We don't like to speak of death and it's residual effects,
picking off lives as it wishes leaving other loved ones
behind.It is the silent saber poised for one singular act
only.It is important to know that one is not alone.
Although the dark current is strong with time passing
the pain weakens.Life recovers. Life resumes. Life rejuvenates.
Pack your memeories tight in that beautifully shaped box.
A presence still can fly in and around corners of the heart.
Love surrounding as a circle of support from those who have
been there before.Believe in yourself and persevere ever
when we lose our loved ones.
poem by William Blackman
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Father Of Night
Father of night, father of day,
Father, who taketh the darkness away,
Father, who teacheth the bird to fly,
Builder of rainbows up in the sky,
Father of loneliness and pain,
Father of love and father of rain.
Father of day, father of night,
Father of black, father of white,
Father, who build the mountain so high,
Who shapeth the cloud up in the sky,
Father of time, father of dreams,
Father, who turneth the rivers and streams.
Father of grain, father of wheat,
Father of cold and father of heat,
Father of air and father of trees,
Who dwells in our hearts and our memories,
Father of minutes, father of days,
Father of whom we most solemnly praise.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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There Is No Point On Knocking Against Someone's Head
When something thought common,
But not understood by some.
How long should anyone spend,
Giving time for them to fully comprehend?
How important is it if these folks don't 'get it'?
When something has to move on...
It has to move on!
When a lesson thought taught,
Doesn't teach a thing at all.
Who is responsible for the one...
Who remains dribbling in a bib,
And continues to dropp the ball?
Does someone need to feel a pain,
To know what it is like to feel it?
Yes!
And that is why it is best,
To let someone digest a life test!
It is their experience to either get...
Or not 'get' to 'wake up' with it.
See the clock?
Hear the ticking and the tock?
And there is no point on knocking against someone's head.
Even if they appear to have vital signs of life.
When actually what is inside...
Apparently thrives on remaining dead!
Skip this nonsense.
Unless you are a doctor,
With incredible patience.
Knock your own knuckles against a wall,
If you must apply an anguish!
At least something with determination,
Has been done by you with accomplishment.
And without delaying a moment of hesitation!
Be done with it!
Now your concentration,
Is centered quickly somewhere else.
No pain...
No gain!
Suffering?
Well...
That really depends on how foolish you are!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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