How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in your life you will have been all of these.
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How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant of the weak and the strong -- because someday you will have been all of these.
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How far you go in life depends on you being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and the strong. Because someday in life you will have been all of these.
quote by George Washington Carver

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Resolve to be tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant with the weak and the wrong. Sometime in your life you will have been all of these.
quote by Bob Goddard

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You’ll be all of those.
Be considerate with the poor.
Be compassionate with the aged.
Be generous to the needy.
Someday you’ll have been like them.
31.07.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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Life Has Its Way....
Life is like the waves it has its ups and downs
Life is like a roller coaster it has its twists and turns
Life is like a sport it just depends on what we play
Life is like a game of poker it just depends on what we are dealt
Life can be given life can be taken
Life can be a curse life can be a blessing
Life can be a pain life can be in sain
Life has its ways life has its days
Life has its love life has its hate
Life has its gentler touch but it has its harder punch
Life brings you your knees when you feel in need
Life brings you a lot of things
but in the end it depends on what we do!
poem by Sushana Vittaldev

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Tribute To A Son
God blessed me with a little boy to love,
His being is the happiness of my life;
The loving memories of his childhood ways,
Are ever vibrant in my heart each day.
How blessed I felt to watch him grow,
From tender childhood to young adult,
And as he grew in stature and in years,
I marveled at the beauty of his growth,
Warm and compassionate, giving of himself,
As a family man and what's more to behold
In his work, bringing therapy to young and old,
Sharing with others his love and zest for life;
While I, his mother, pray for his future bright,
Still for my little boy- the JOY OF MY LIFE!
poem by Anne DiBartolo

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a tribute to the Absurd
Happiness is a ballpoint pen
Happiness is irrelevant
Happiness is talk
Life is running out of ink
Life is waterfalls and irrelevance!
and Godot
Life is waiting
Life is post-modernism
Loneliness is too much
ink
is happiness it is falling water it is
irrelevant life is
unsensical but musical
abusical defensible
Someday I will write about relevance
someday someday someday
point: waterfalling ball___ pen = someday ink
someday ink is my lonely happy outness
The Old And Young
Devour the old and young,
Investigate the obstacles indeed;
Let life be gorgeous as pies,
The food we offer is the food of youth.
Slippery roads to eternity are small
And slippery due to life,
May the old aged people be staff
For the young and strong.
Oppose them as they stand
With each other, with their danger.
poem by Naveed Akram

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So Weak, Yet Strong
1. Who says I am weak
Who says I am feeble
Who says my bones are tender
Who says my teeth cannot chew bones
Let the weak say I am strong, yes the strength of the
Lord is made perfect in my weakness, so who says I am weak.
2. Have you not heard?
Have you not seen?
Have you not noticed that the Lord gives strength to the weak,
and makes their feet strong.
Yes, in faith is my strength
In his name I am fortified
In his blood I am shielded, so who says I am weak
3. Have you not heard that I can do
All things through him who gives me strength
Have you not seen that those who wait on him shall always renew their strength.
Are you weak?
Do you feel feeble?
Do you feel tender and fragile?
Then wait on God for strength, wait on him for his counsel
Wait on him for his laughter for the joy of the Lord is always your strength
Keep, Keep and K E E P his joy alive forevermore
poem by Cute Faces International

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Life is like a river
My life is like river,
A river of a dreamer,
Someday soon I will fly away from here,
Someday soon I will make it as a writer,
My life is like a running water,
Water of the deepest ocean,
A line between of you and I,
Someday soon you will come and find me,
My life is a river of never ending dream,
My life you someday will understand,
You'll see the side of an artist,
A side you someday may be proud of,
A running water is like a river of life that was once told,
A life without a soul is life without water,
Without Water is like without food,
My life will always be a free sprit of a river that flows into your dreams.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau

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Someday I Will
I see a white sail
skipping cross a blue bay
and I say Someday I Will
I see a young man
strumming on a green guitar
and I say Someday I Will
I don't have a plan
It's not that kind of thing
I'm not Martin Luther King
I don't have a dream
It's just sometimes I know
That's the way I'm supposed to go
I see a flying boat
and I get a lump in my throat
and I say Someday I Will
Someday
So whatever thrills you
Anything you love to do
Just say someday I will
Don't need to know who
May help you make it come true
Just say someday I will
Don't have to work it all out
Don't have to tear it all apart
All you need's a place to start
And if it never worked before
Try it just once more
That's what your heart if for
Whether it's big or small
If you have a passion at all
Just say, someday I will
Someday
Someday I will
Someday
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett

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Bullied
Try to be,
Me,
For a day,
And you'll say hey,
Your life is bad,
So be a good lad,
Don't bully me,
Cause you see,
You make me,
Angry.
I become frightened,
And you become enlightened.
Do you enjoy being mean,
And having more green?
Well,
I don't.
Please stop,
Before you get hurt.
I might be weak,
But I am strong.
You might be stronger,
But your weaker.
I'ld like to say,
That you weight,
Alot more,
Then I.
Please don't bully me,
Please don't hurt me.
I am weak,
But strong.
You are strong,
But weak.
So be strong like me,
Cause I'm real angry.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw

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In Silence No More
Aged 1
Aged 2
Aged 3
Aged 4
At 5 my life changed forever more,
Aged 6
Aged 7
Aged 8
Aged 9
By 10 he’d touched me a thousand times,
Aged 41
42
43
44
But now I’m not suffering in silence,
In silence anymore,
For now I’m chatting and talking,
Not crawling I’m walking,
Even though he’s still stalking,
I’m not suffering in silence,
Suffering in silence,
I’m not suffering in silence,
In silence no more.
poem by Darren Harris

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The opposites
I could be fat, you could be thin
I could be red, you could be green
I could have hair, you could be bold
I could be young, you could be old
I could be weak, you could be strong
I could be right, you could be wrong
Until the people start to yawn
The list could go on and on
The point that I would like to make
Depends on what it is at stake
The opposites of certain kind
Complete each other when combined
Who’s young today, tomorrow’s old
Had head of hair, now – bold
I won’t be lying under oath
It’s either or, but never both!
poem by Slava Olchevski

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On the other hand, I'm very tolerant as well. I expect that everybody can play what they want. I'm only not tolerant when it comes to myself and what is presented on my album that I have to listen to for the rest of my life.
quote by Eberhard Weber

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The Past
Being together
Or being alone?
United we're strong
Divided weak
Though understanding lost
Memories kept
For truth be told
The past should
Be treated as gold
For what's not learnt
Shall never be known
'Cause tomorrows future
Depends on todays
Yesterdays
Without the one
The other can't be
Then no life
No love
No you
No me
[For M]
20080202©
poem by scarlette Phoenix

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Oh, The Sermons!
Season aren’t feasible
By the duress of convention
And no conclusion is without bias.
Conclusions could be geographical!
The strong are the weak
The weak are the weak
They have lost nothing
And are still no champions.
The weak are no heroes
The weak could never dare for will
The strong are comforted by memories
The act of memory transcending
The submerged to trance.
But that precarious art would
Ever dilapidate earth.
True will original mentor
The strong can resume from their pause.
It only takes the fallen to
Uphold a belief. You alone can
Describe what is in it.
Oh, don’t you see? Don’t you see?
Let the laughter of babies inspire you
They laugh without restriction.
Adults laugh half way
Adults are always hampered by sorrow
They only go for laughter evanescent
There is still a vacuum
And nothing fits this vacuum
But the vacuum wasn’t there in childhood
Babies have will
But adults never know when
Such absconds
Oh, where are the sermons of life?
We know in life,
some seasons are more dominant.
poem by Nichola Okoro

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Forever Saying Goodbye
we are forever saying goodbye
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye let me repeat
the child who has grown into a young man
would remain a fond memory, like how we remember
a childhood friend who was always at our side
the young man who has matured into the middle aged
will remember him as someone who have looked
for so many things in thirty years only to get
only some things; a trail of disappointments to
spice up his memory as he bade the young man goodbye
the middle aged suddenly discovers that he
is not as young anymore, his eyes, his legs,
his hair, his stamina have all started to nag to him
that they are not as before, taking duties
promptly and without shortcoming; they have
all taken a turn for the the middle aged
who will soon teach his children happiness is the
best medicine of all and that life should be
focussed on finding that without hurting anyone
the octogenarian takes over the the steps
of the middled age and they have slowed
so much sometimes he cannot even do it
without the help of someone or a stick
the octogenarian who will tell us that a life
of charity is better than one lived alone;
an all important lesson from the silver haired who will
soon bid goodbye to himself, the world and us all
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo

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The Real Life
Suzanne divorced her husband
She got the keys and the car and the home
But her friends were really his friens
No one stops by to see her much any more
So one night, she goes back down to
The old haunts
That once upon a time were her own
She didnt know nobody out there no
More
And the whole experience just made her
Feel so old
She says
I want to live the real life
I want to life my life close to the bone
Just because im middle-aged that
Dont mean
I want to sit around my house and watch tv
I want the real life
I want to live the real life
Jackson jackson was a good kid
He had four years of college
And a bachelors degree
Started workin, when he was 21
Got fed up and quit
When he was 43
He said, my whole life
Ive done, what I supposed to do
Now id like to maybe do something
For myself
And just as soon, I figure out what
That is
You can bet your live
Im gonna give it hell
He says
I want to live the real life
I want to life my life close to the bone
Just because im middle-aged that
Dont mean
I want to sit around my house and watch tv
I want the real life
I want to live the real life
I guess, it dont matter, how old you
Are
Or how old one lives to be
I guess, it boils down to what we did
With our lives
And how we deal with our own
Destinies
But something happens
When you reach a certain age
Particularly to to those ones, that are
Young at heart
Its a lonely proposition when you
Realize
That theres less days in front of the
Horse
Than riding in the back of this cart
I say
I want to live the real life
I want to life my life close to the bone
Just because im middle-aged that
Dont mean
I want to sit around my house and watch tv
I want the real life
I want to live the real life.
song performed by by John Mellencamp

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Someday Soon
Someday soon, someday soon.
Seasons were made for the change.
You will be there.
Just like the night to the day without a care.
The dark goes before the dawn.
Open up your eyes.
Someday soon
Ooo, therell be a better day.
And someday soon,
Yes, its not too far away.
Someday soon
Oo yeah, with open skies,
And someday soon.
All we can do is try.
The coloudest day comes around,
You will be there.
All of the feelins youve found, without a care.
So my friends, you take a look.
Dont you look too far.
Someday soon
Oo yeah, with open skies,
And someday soon.
All we can do is try.
Someday, someday, someday soon,
Someday, someday soon
Someday, someday soon
Someday soon
Someday soon
Someday soon
song performed by by Journey

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