I was plunged into what was known as the debutante social whirl. This was one of the ways fathers justified their own hard work and sacrifices.
quote by Gene Tierney
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Teacher Privileges
To be a teacher
is a privilege
the appreciation
of any student
humbles honours
us both in respect
true efforts
are rewarded
appreciated
even if often
sometimes
the road is hard
sacrifices made yet still
we run education race
until the end to the best
of our
abilities
to honour
our students
our duties
to parents to God.
Godspeed
to your work
sacrifices.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Don't Wanna Work
Well i give it little care
Does anybody out there even know
I'm in here?
I just keep my movement going
Somewhere
Like playing in the background baby
Like playing in the background baby
I play the game
You play the way that most men would choose
I'm surprised at you
Way back in the middle of a broken down love affair
You and i found each other
And we fell in love
I ain't never met a man and woman get along better
Than you and i when get together
Still i say
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Not if it makes me cry
No no
See the lady walking down the street
She's got on high heel shoes
And her hair full of curlers
She's got stiletto nails
And some black mascara
She's got a push up and a pick up
I tell you that girl's working overtime
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Not if it makes me cry
No no no no no no
I don't wanna work
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work it if makes me cry
Spent last night
Talking to myself in bed
Wondering why i do this over
Over and over again
I don't know
I, i, i, i don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Not when it makes me cry
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work not that hard
I don't wanna work it it makes me cry
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work not that hard
I don't wanna work if it makes me cry
song performed by by Donna Summer
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For Fathers On Father's Day
Seeing as Father's Day is drawing near
Prepare good fathers for the high chairs
Where to receive some genuine cheers
For how much they've truly cared
And for the time that they've shared
Doing the duties of sensitive fathers
Not like those men who are careless
Living their lives tough and heartless
Standing together let's not be scared
Of saying what should've been declared
Truth is there are some who are called fathers
Although they aren't doing the duty of fathers
Even though by name they are known to be
So far their fatherly duty is still yet to be seen
Father, if yesterday you were going your own ways
But today you become a father change your ways
Prepare to start taking on the duty of a father
Be aware this could mean it's time to work harder
With the woman whose child you are the father
Given that God has been the very first father
He has exemplified us of how to take care
In every way that we should live and share
Similar to how He does it for all
Even as ‘He maketh His sun to rise
On the evil and on the good,
And sendeth the rain on the just
And on the unjust (Matt5: 45) '
I will say three cheers due
Unto all the caring fathers
Though I wish every father
Good, bad or unlikable
Happy Father's Day!
All right reserved
poem by Clarence Prince
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America.... Thou Doth Shine
America, america, thou doth
Shine among human kind
Pulverised by all cultures,
With many wars behind,
Both good and bad, your people
Are kind understanding,
Except for the few misled
By the tounges of polticians
For their livelyhood and luxuries,
Your work, endurance for the world
So massive that none
Could match, but tried to be
Copied by many, and tried to be
Entered into the right and wrong
Ways to be spoken
As an American, melting into
Thy culture of prosperity
And tolernce made by
Sacrifices your fathers made.
Ravikiran Arakkal
poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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Fathers Are The Men From Sky
Fathers, the men who are like a pen
We never can see whatever is going on inside them
But suddenly that pen is finished and then?
Fathers, the men who try hard for the pleasure of their family
They just want the less for themselves because of the comfort of their children
Looking forward to spend a day with his family in a place that is hilly
Fathers, the men who justify the wishes of their children to their own wishes
They just live to see the victory of their children and family
But their life sometimes is as short as the golden fishes
Fathers, the men who are noble, they leave their tired face out of the house's door
They came in with a happy face, but we know they are tired from inside
We know that they are sad from the core.
Fathers, the men who listen to the pain of family members
People who are powerful to solve the problems and hard conditions
But no one has the ear to understand them; they just talk with the embers
Fathers,
Warm and kind people who never bother
Fathers,
Who are unique in their way, after them there is no tother
Fathers,
Are the men who are like the kind brothers.
poem by Ellias Anderson
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Whirlwind
Orbison/dees
Youre the figure of a woman
Youre the mind of a child
A pretty whirlwind
You dont know just what youre doing
When you love me with your smile
A lovely whirlwind
A whirlwind of warm desire
Whirlwind, burning fire woman, realize
That the devil in disguise, is a whirlwind
Born to be running wild and free
Whirlwind
Born to make fools of guys like me
You pick me up like a whirlwind
You put me down like a whirlwind
Each time you touch me Im trouble-bound
Whirl,whirl,whirlwind, whirl,whirl,whirlwind
Whirl,whirl,whirlwind, whirl,whirl,whirlwind
Whirlwind
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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A successful artist of any kind has to work so hard that she is justified in refusing to lay down her sceptre until she is placed on the bier.
quote by Edith Evans
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The 1993 Social Security tax penalizes seniors who have planned for their retirement through savings, investment and hard work. That's wrong, and that's why the double tax on Social Security must end.
quote by Rob Simmons
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My Fathers Eyes
(by eric clapton)
Sailing down behind the sun,
Waiting for my prince to come.
Praying for the healing rain
To restore my soul again.
Just a toerag on the run.
How did I get here?
What have I done?
When will all my hopes arise?
How will I know him?
When I look in my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
When I look in my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
Then the light begins to shine
And I hear those ancient lullabies.
And as I watch this seedling grow,
Feel my heart start to overflow.
Where do I find the words to say?
How do I teach him?
What do we play?
Bit by bit, Ive realized
Thats when I need them,
Thats when I need my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
Thats when I need my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
Then the jagged edge appears
Through the distant clouds of tears.
Im like a bridge that was washed away;
My foundations were made of clay.
As my soul slides down to die.
How could I lose him?
What did I try?
Bit by bit, Ive realized
That he was here with me;
I looked into my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
I looked into my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
I looked into my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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A Pack Of Lies
That from hard work and endeavour up the social rank you will rise
To me anyhow does seem a pack of lies
'Tis just an old cliche that and nothing more
That some like to quote and we have heard before.
Even in so called prosperous Countries today
Some of the hardest working people work for survival pay
Many honest and willing workers living in poverty
Life for them seems unfair that's how 'twould seem to me.
Many of who on the theory of hard work believe
Say if you do not work hard from life you cannot receive
Yet many of the billionaires of mining and property development and oil
Have never experienced the hardship of toil.
Just an antiquated cliche it does seem indeed
That those who work hardest in life do succeed
The underpaid workers create many a billionaire
For millions around the World life does seem unfair.
I know of an old bloke who has worked hard in his working life
And he struggled for to pay for the funeral of his wife
Just one more poor hard worker his type are everywhere
There are millions of them in the big World out there.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Old Ways
Old ways, it sure is hard to change em
Come what may
Its hard to teach a dinosaur a new trick
Lately Ive been finding out
Im set in my ways
Old ways, can be your ball and chain.
Oh, Im gonna stop that grass
And give up all this drinking
Really gonna make my life last
Clean up my whole way of living
Up until the party last night
I was a different man
But old ways got their way again.
The economy was getting so bad
I had to lay myself off
Well, working was a habit I had
So I kept showin up anyway
Then one day things turned around
I got my back pay
Old ways comin through again.
I got old ways.
song performed by by Neil Young
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I don't pity any man who does hard work worth doing. I admire him. I pity the creature who does not work, at whichever end of the social scale he may regard himself as being.
quote by Theodore Roosevelt
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All Day
Well Im hiding my eyes from the morning sun
And I keep on working till the work is all done
But a voice in my head keeps ticking away
As the sweats hosed down from yet another day
Well he works hard
And he lives hard
And he breaks his back without nothing to gain
While the boss man sits around and drinks champagne
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
Well Im peeling the blisters off my working hand
Is that what it takes to make you understand?
That its something you read, not something you meant
To be slaving away without a shred of integrity
He worked hard
And he lived hard
And he broke his back without nothing to say
While the man in control was just laughing away
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
Was it something you read?
Was it something you meant?
Was it something you said?
Or was it heaven sent?
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
song performed by by Ministry
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Chaubin
Plunged,
Sooner,
Diplomacy,
Slumlord!
And like the lack of food and water in the land of your muse,
But your sacrifices are needed much to meet up the stronghold;
For the stray dogs are now found in compund of Chaubin your friend,
And it is time for us to overcome the discriminations around us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Will Have To Work Hard
I will have to work hard
I will have to work hard
This world is a mischief, full of hazards
I can not sleep, i may not be in the womb
A dream is nourishing, smoldering like a bomb
People are racing towards a dark cave
This dream is heady, but not a dupe slave
An eye in a dream or a dream in an eye
Hatched in black, exploring a blue sky
It is still tidy, doesn't need any nard
I will have to work hard
I will have to work hard
It is clean, It is holy
empowered by God
It's soul is almighty with healthy bod
A long way to go, a long way to go
Wings are mature, now ground is below
never weary, never desire a bard
I will have to work hard
I will have to work hard
poem by Mayur Gupta
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The Corner Stone (For Father's Day)
The father is the source of strength of his family.
He can weather storm in order to protect them.
He will endure rain or shine to provide his love ones.
He is always ready to give his support and guidance all the time.
The father is consistent for his duty and love for the family.
He can move mountains and shy away the temptation.
He gives himself fully to his family with love and devotion.
Children who have a father to guide them are blessed from heaven.
A husband is a gift for his wife and siblings.
The fathers may look tough in the outside yet so soft inside.
His happiness is to see his family well provided.
He sacrifices his own needs for the sake of his family.
Fathers may mean sometimes but his heart is bleeding for his child.
Fathers are the makers of what we become.
Fathers are always there to lend a helping hand.
Fathers sometimes misunderstood of his wisdom not knowing the meaning.
Fathers are gifted to be strong and stable, firm and durable as the homes foundation.
The father is the source of life itself as we become a family.
A home with out a father can not be a family at all.
A child is lucky who have a father's love and care.
A mother is blessed to have her partner and companion in life.
A house is not a home with out the foundation.
A family is blissful when love abounds.
God bless the fathers that honor his love for his family.
And for whom who remain faithful in their vows of love and devotion.
poem by Emelita C. Smith
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Ask Myself
After many years of writing,
I used to ask myself all the time
was it really worth it all the sacrifices I gave.
The answer is now easy
and it is a three-letter word.
That little word is yes.
I may not have untold riches,
a posh car or a big house.
I have something more precious;
I can help all those in need.
Through my work,
I can teach humanity
of man-to-man or woman-to-woman,
whichever the case may be.
In addition, I no longer ask myself
if my sacrifices were in vain.
18 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Can We Fix The System?
Our court system has gone mushy and politically correct,
Where those on bail or parole or house arrest; can walk and select,
Their victims they might shoot or kill or rob and then leave them dead,
Some say; if we could keep them in jail, we would be further ahead?
The lenient justice system seems to allow this impunity,
Fatherless gang guys hidden inside the welfare community,
But this is a social secret that can never be discussed,
Call you racist or bigoted and look at you with disgust.
The baby mothers and absentee fathers of the welfare culture,
Where those who don't approve are considered right-wing vultures,
Where no one goes to work and this is not considered strange,
Where if something is difficult, the social workers will arrange.
poem by James Bredin
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Justified And Sanctified
A wicked man, I am justified, saved by Christ to join His Bride,
The Holy Bride of Jesus Christ, saved by Him, given New Life,
Saved from a previous life of sin, to live my life, now for Him,
To live for Christ every day, walking anew on life’s narrow way.
By His Blood, I was justified, and in His Spirit, I am sanctified,
By Christ I have been set apart, with His Spirit now in my heart,
His Spirit guides me in this life, where sin around me is so rife,
To be for Jesus Christ a Light, in a world, where wrong is right.
Justified and sanctified to serve, in a position, I don’t deserve,
But while a sinner, God loved me, taking me to Mount Calvary,
To my Dear Savior’s Cross, where God cleansed me of dross,
He cleansed me of sin and shame, by the Power of His Name.
With His Power and Grace, He aids my witness place to place,
Giving me His Gospel, to preach, to all those, that I can reach.
Being a witness wherever I am, leading all others to The Lamb,
To The One, Who justified me, The Spotless Lamb of Eternity,
Through God’s only Salvation, I received by God justification,
Justified by A Holy God, He now leads me with staff and rod,
Leading with purpose in mind, with my old sinful ways behind,
A Purpose with an Eternal End, set apart to witness my friend.
Justified Actions
Justified actions!
No matter who finds them offensive.
Or who they are against to offend.
Are done and expected to be condoned,
By any and everyone.
And that is the attitude,
By the doer that is shown.
Although physically grown...
A mentality is vacant.
And does not show a sign of respect,
Is near or will approach anytime soon.
Justified actions!
Even when videotape is supplied...
Folks become defensive,
And try to deny
What is seen by the eyes!
And expect to be...
And get,
Excused!
And some wonder why,
A harshness comes when describing them...
As fools!
However...
It seems to be an appropriate fit,
By those who have experienced...
The reality and not the romanticized version,
Of their ways and this existence!
Protected,
From scutiny...
And truth!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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