It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter.
quote by Samuel Beckett
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Winter and Summer
Winter
Snow covered
Days grow shorter
Fun filled snow days
Cold bitter season of warmth
Long days of relaxation
Days grow longer
No school
Summer
poem by Kristina Lybbert
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SEASONS and MY AUTUMN
When the year grows old
and I grow older too,
I sympathize with the last few months
but anticipate the new.
When the days grow longer
and the nights are shorter too
the pleasure that comes with it
the clock cannot undo.
For men made the clock
to keep track of time.
But God made the seasons
and I know that I'm
slowly approaching autumn,
the autumn of my years
and recognize my connection
to the worldly spheres.
I do not take kindly
to the ending of the year.
But all things on this earth
come to an end I fear.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Let It Grow
(by eric clapton)
Im standin at the crossroads
Tryin to read the signs
To tell me which way I should
Go to find the answer
And all the time I know
Let your love and let it grow.
Let it grow, let it grow,
Let it blossom, let it flow.
In the sun and in the snow
Love is lovely, let it grow.
Lookin for a reason
To check out on my mind.
Its so hard to find a
Friend that I can count on.
Theres nothin left to show,
Plant your love and let it grow.
Let it grow...
Time is gettin shorter
And theres much for you to do,
Only askn you will get what you are needin,
The rest is up to you.
Plant your love and let it grow.
Let it grow...
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Four Feelings
It's funny when the leaves start to fall,
After they switch colors with each other,
And the days become shorter.
The bonfires grow taller,
And the school days drag on.
It's funny when the nights grow two times colder, sometimes three,
The fire grows warmer,
And the family ties snap closer.
When a blanket isn't worth near as much as a warming hug.
It's funny when the snow turns to sludge,
Snowmen melt down the drain,
and the world fills with illuminating colors.
When the bees come out of the hives to feed off the blooming buds.
It's funny when you start to wear shorts and it feels like Christmas just went by.
When school lets out for the summer, and the boredom begins.
Where popsicles and ice cream aren't enough to keep you cool.
When all you really want to do is find a nice cold swimming pool.
When friends grow older, more memories are shared.
poem by Bria Floyd
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You'll Repeat Those Same Old Mistakes
Memories can be precious while others are rued,
Some can play games with your mind,
Many can even be misconstrued,
While others can and do make you blind.
Recollections are what teach us all we know,
They are part of our reason for living,
What we learn from them dictates how we grow,
Though some can be so unforgiving.
Bad ones we tend to want to forget,
Good ones we all want to last,
Whether it's with fondness or deep regret,
They're an integral part of our past.
The secret of memories is they come from within,
Why so when they're made from without,
Separating good from bad, where do you begin,
Though it's a must to get rid of self-doubt.
You can't discard memories by throwing them away,
Although for some it'd be great if we could,
Throughout our life reminiscences hold sway,
If only they could all be good.
They predetermine what our future will hold,
By separating right from wrong,
Our interpratation determines how our lives unfold,
By teaching us where we belong.
The very nature of memories can irk and annoy,
Dealing with them is what you must learn,
You must deal with what hurts and the good then enjoy,
Don't let the bad ones cause you concern.
If from hurtful memories you try to hide,
Then the devil inside you awakes,
By trying your damnedest to cast them aside,
'' You'll Repeat Those Same Old Mistakes ''
One Good Reason
Give me one good reason
That I should care
Give me one good reason
And Ill be there
Like a thief youve stolen
Like rain on a grave
Like a priest whos spoken
But failed to save
Now the air is empty
And the ground the same
Love has gone to be buried
Beside my name
Give me one good reason
That I should care
Give me one good reason
And Ill be there
Why couldnt you have told me
About your liars kiss
I cant believe youd leave me
At a time like this
And the wind is howling
And its a dying dream
And my faith is silent
While my doubts scream
Give me one good reason
That I should care
Give me one good reason
And Ill be there
Give me one good reason
Give me one good reason
Give me one good reason
That I should care
Give me one good reason
Give me one good reason
Give me one good reason
That I should care
Give me one good reason
Give me one good reason
Give me one good reason
That I should care
song performed by by Eagle Eye Cherry
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Son
I was compelled back to the cul de sac-
Located in Marine View hills-
Back to your early happy childhood...
Memories of those days are with me still;
Unable to let go of your growing days...
You were absolutely my sheer joy-
The reason for me to go on living-
You-my most blessed sweet boy;
God gave me such a Golden Gift...
Pregnant for nine months of delight-
Watching my tummy grow and loving you so-
You were my future-most bright;
To say that my World revolved 'round you-
Would, indeed, be absolutely true-
You were my reason for being...
A precious Gift Of God-that is you;
Now you are more than just a grown man-
You are married and seldom seen by me-
To say that i miss your sweet smile is an understatement...
Last i saw you-seems an eternity;
Such a vast and huge difference...
Then when you were growing and kicking inside of me-
Or in the cul de sac bike riding...
Sweet memories are now all i see;
Dedicated to the greatest gift of all from God: My Son
poem by Theodora Onken
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Memories
Memories of good times
Memories of bad times
Memories of our love
So many memories
Memories of us crying
Memories of us laughing
Memories of our commitment
So many memories
Memories of us hugging
Memories of us kissing
Memories of those late nights
So many memories
Memories of how we met
Memories of how you left
Memories of what you said
So many memories
Why did you leave me
with so many memories
Did you ever realize
that my memories are yours
Everything we did together
stays within our memories
I remember getting hurt
Do you hurt too
Let's make a new memory
that we can both share
Let's love again
in our memories
poem by Adam McKim
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Lies About Tall Guys
Just seems like it’s that way to me
Taller guys seem to get executive jobs
Shorter guys work mostly as clerks
Taller guys never seem to be slobs
Shorter guys always seem to be jerks
Taller guys seem to get all of the action
Shorter guys seem to be quite invisible
Taller guys always seem to deserve satisfaction
Shorter guys are lonely and miserable
Just seems like it’s that way to me
Taller guys just seem born to play sports
Shorter guys kinda seem to like tennis
Taller guys certainly look better in shorts
Shorter guys look like Dennis the Menace
Taller guys are usually at the top of their class
Shorter guys seem to fail quite a lot
Taller guys always seem to kick ass
Shorter guys want to, but simply cannot
sure seems like it’s that way to me
Taller guys get better grades and such
Shorter guys seem to barely scrape by
Taller guys seem to do better, pretty much
Shorter guys always wonder why
Taller guys seem to have eyes like a hawk
Shorter guys seem to wear glasses a lot
Taller guys cover more ground when they walk
Shorter guys, to keep up, have to trot
Sure seems like it’s that way to me
Taller guys and their friends look like N.B.A players
Shorter guys look more like cheerleaders
Taller guys seem to look like dragon slayers
Shorter guys look a lot more like bleeders
Taller guys seem to have more gear to protect
Shorter guys wear more protective gear
Taller guys, more confidence seem to project
Shorter guys have less confidence, more fear
Really seems like it’s that way to me
Taller guys appeal to the female gender
Shorter guys always seem to choke
Taller guys carry a lot more legal tender
Shorter guys always seem to be broke
Taller guys seem to drive high dollar cars
Shorter guys drive toyotas
Taller guys seem to reach for the stars
Shorter guys reach for diet sodas
Taller guys are obnoxious, let’s neuter them all
Shorter guys are great people, always a delight
Taller guys are an abomination against mother nature’s law
If you think I’m a short guy….well, you’re right!
Really seems like the way it should be
poem by David Whalen
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Listen Mister
Written by: myles goodwyn
Listen mister I can not see
Any reason for lyin
I can see inside your head
To the back of your mind, yeah
Get it together
Get it together before you lose
Get it together
Get it together before you lose
Here I am on my knees
And not afraid of dieing
Suddenly it occurs to me
There was really no sense in trying
Yes I know it seems strange to you
But its our way of living
I cant see for the life of me
Why youre so afraid to reason
Listen mister I can not see
Any reason for lyin
Things just arent like they use to be
Nd theres no sense in tryin
Get it together
Get it together before you lose
Get it together
Get it together before you lose
A good reason I cannot see
A good reason I cannot see
A good reason I cannot see
A good reason I cannot see
A good reason I cannot see
A good reason I cannot see
A good reason I cannot see
A good reason I cannot see
A good reason I cannot see
A good reason I cannot see
A good reason I cannot see
A good reason I cannot see
song performed by by April Wine
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Memories in the mind
Memories are made in the mind,
and there if you search, you will find.
There in the mind, so many things,
so many memories it brings.
So many years have passed,
of our youth, away we have cast
some memories happy, some memories sad,
memories have I, when I was a lad.
Memories have I, of a dog named shep,
memories of him, when he kept in step.
Memories of my friends, when we played,
of those days, for ever memories relayed.
Memories of family and fun,
when we talked until the setting of sun.
Memories of washing our fifty-seven Ford,
and wanting things we couldn't afford.
Memories are made in the mind,
long lost, search and you will find,
memories of days gone by,
searching memories, oh how you try.
Memories will fade out,
you have forgotton, what it's about,
memories lost in the mind,
dig them out and you will find.
Living Off Of Memories
I am living off of memories--
Just wasting my time....
The hours pass into days...
And there is no reason nor rhyme;
Blue skies have gone missing-
Replaced by dark grey--
The Sun has taken its leave---
And the night has replaced day;
Springtime no longer exists-
All the blossoms are withered and dry--
Summer times brillance...
For me has just died;
I am living of of memories--
Just wasting my time...
The hours pass into days
There is no reason nor rhyme;
All that is left is a remnant...
Of days spent with you...
The fabrric of yesterdays love...
Now distant from view;
It is far off and laying atop-
Our love making bed...
Just a remnant-a remnant...
Of loving words once said;
I am living off of memories--
Just wasting my time...
The hours pass into days--
There is no reason nor rhyme;
I'm caught in the between...
Of yesterdays time...
Back in that sweet day---
When you were once mine;
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May23,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Firewalker
My hopes are like embers lying around inside a firebed and
Your mind is a firewalker, it steps on them like they are dead but
I can grow
In spite of all you know
You might not recognize me tomorrow
Yes I can change
In spite of all they say
Become something strange and beautiful
Like joy, like joy
Me, I'm like a wild flame that catches on whatever's near but
Your mind is a firewalker, it sets its course and never veers but
I can grow
In spite of all you know
You might not recognize me tomorrow
Yes I can change
In spite of all they say
Become something strange and beautiful
Like joy, like joy
Take offers from every side and give my attentions about anywhere well
Do I recognize my actions, I look like I'm so unaware like
I don't care
But I can grow
In spite of all you know
You might not recognize me tomorrow
Yes I can change
In spite of all they say
Become something strange and beautiful
Like joy, like joy
song performed by by Liz Phair
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Wonder Why We Ever Go Home
By: jimmy buffett
1977
Years grow shorter, not longer
The more youve been on your own
Feelins for movin grow stronger
So you wonder why you ever go home
Wonder why you ever go home
People are movin so quickly
Humors in need of repair
Same occupations and same obligations
Theyve really go nothing to share
Like drivin around with no spare
River gets deeper not shallow
The further you move down the stream
Wonderin if I can keep her
As I race to catch up with my dreams
How they shine and glitter and gleam
Years grow shorter, not longer
The more youve been on your own
Feelins for movin grow stronger
So you wonder why you ever go home
Wonder why you ever go home
You wonder why you ever go home
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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TO THEse LONELY SHADOWs
tHERE is no reason for such
an elongated grief
the days are getting shorter
and the sun is losing grip of its own rays
the winds are talking to you
and i am wondering why you are not
answering them?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Memories Good, Sad and Bad
Some memories are good,
some memories are sad;
some memories are bad,
almost nightmarish in fact.
The good ones make you smile,
the sad ones make you cry,
and the bad ones make you frightened.
However, memories are memories
no matter what they are.
They are incidents of your past,
some of which you wish
never happened at all.
They are the memories
you try so hard to forget.
Unfortunately, the brain
cannot distinguish from good, sad and bad,
and the memories it throws up
are not always, what you want.
21 November 2007
poem by David Harris
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Old Days
Old days
Good times I remember
Fun days
Filled with simple pleasures
Drive-in movies
Comic books and blue jeans
Howdy doody
Baseball cards and birthdays
Take me back
To a world gone away
Memories
Seem like yesterday
Old days
Good times I remember
Gold days
Days Ill always treasure
Funny faces
Full of love and laughter
Funny places
Summer nights and streetcars
Take me back
To a world gone away
Boyhood memories
Seem like yesterday
Old days - in my mind and in my heart to stay
Old days - darkened dreams of good times gone away
Old days - days of love and feeling fancy free
Old days - days of magic still so close to me
Old days - in my mind and in my heart to stay
Old days - darkened dreams of good times gone away
Old days - days of love and feeling fancy free
Old days - days of magic still so close to me
song performed by by Chicago
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Good Ole Days
Oh, the good ole days,
why can't this day be,
the good ole days
thinking of those days,
long ago, when old age,
was on the horizon,
childhood just a step behind,
yesterday just a memory,
childhood memories when,
oh, so carefree
today the present,
will be those good ole days,
when old age is upon us
we once again wished we
were back in time and,
oh so care free.
wrote 12-31-06
Winter Terror
As the days grow shorter and nights longer,
the rabbits change color and the foxes change too...
While trappers grow excited,
to go out and get a few.
This is because the change of color,
and the money for pelts...
Some make the fur and skin into,
fancy leather belts.
During winter rabbits and foxes,
need to run and hide...
If they were caught,
you'd bet they died.
Family
Family can be difficult,
sometimes even hard...
Either way you always get,
a birthday card.
You may disagree,
wtih Mom or Dad...
Then you might remember,
all the good times you've had.
You'll start to cry,
and then they say...
'A family we are,
a family we'll stay.'
poem by Cally A. Nixon
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Let's Make A Den (demo)
Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it out of hay
Who will be leader?
In it we can play at both being mothers and fathers until we have
children of our own.
Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it out of wood
Who will be leader?
Wouldn't it be good if we could fight off rival gangs and take total
possession of the hill
For the rest of our days?
Isn't that what we can all look forward to when we grow up?
Isn't that what we can all look forward to?
Behind the door, women and men
Love and war inside of our den.
Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it out of bricks
Who will be leader?
In it how the sticks and stones will fly but my oh my won't we have
fun when later on we patch it up?
Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it from cement
Who will be leader?
In it we can pent up all of our fears but give presents each Christmas
like there was nothing ever wrong
For the rest of our days.
Isn't that what we can all look forward to when we grow up?
Isn't that what we can all look forward to?
Behind the door, women and men
Love and war inside of their den.
Well you can wear your brand new nurse's outfit,
And I can wear my brand new cowboy suit.
Everything unchanging
Just furniture arranging
Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it underground
Who will be leader?
Protect us from the flash and sound of the big stick they drop just
to stop us from cuddling and hanging on
For the rest of our days
song performed by by Xtc
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