Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
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Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
quote by Samuel Ullman
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Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
quote by Samuel Ullman
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Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
quote by Samuel Ullman
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I promise to keep on living as though I expected to live forever. Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years. People grow old by deserting their ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up wrinkles the soul.
quote by Douglas MacArthur
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Age may wrinkle the face, but lack of enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Souls And Rain-Drops
Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea,
Then vanish, and die utterly.
One would not know that rain-drops fell
If the round sea-wrinkles did not tell.
So souls come down and wrinkle life
And vanish in the flesh-sea strife.
One might not know that souls had place
Were't not for the wrinkles in life's face.
poem by Sidney Lanier
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When God Is Small
When man is big and God is small, life isn’t very pleasant at all,
As people crowd out that place, allotted by God, by His Grace,
Within your heart, deep inside, where His Spirit comes to abide,
As a guide and comfort too, helping each day, in all that we do.
Often we focus too much on man, being lead into Satan’s plan,
His plan to hinder and mislead, saints of God who truly believe.
Filling a heart with needless care, is from Satan, a wicked snare,
Leading all to worry and fear; to dismiss God who’s always near.
Satan wishes to bind your heart, in fear and worry from the start,
The fear of man is a snare by him, to keep many in a web of sin.
Your worry he just calls concern, as that anxiety begins to churn,
Saying your worry will bring relief, as he adds pain to your grief.
All this as he sets your focus for, others, not your Blessed Lord,
On natural men of this fallen sod, and not upon our Eternal God.
With eyes fixed on mortal men, we forget we’ve been born again,
Born of the spirit from Jesus Christ, to give to God our entire life.
Caring too much what others think, into the mire we begin to sink,
Losing the peace, God has for us, when in man we begin to trust.
Trust or fear, it is still a snare, which leads your heart into despair,
All this and more will befall, all who make men big and God small.
Be young at heart
BE YOUNG AT HEART
With age you will grow old with years that pass,
But clinging to your ideals you're young in class! .
With age your skin may see wrinkles;
With enthusiasm your soul tinkles! .
With age surging emotions may calm,
But vigour makes you youthful and is a balm!
With age you'd have had chequered life's path-main,
But the hope in heart, will in you, let peace reign! .
With age you may lose your appetite,
But with the joy of living you're filled right!
With age don't bow down with pessimism,
But set up aerials and catch waves of optimism!
With age you may not barge into adventure,
But fill much will in your very nature!
With age don't sag your spirits but hold it high,
And you with youth, will be ever nigh!
With age you're high in life's ladder's rung,
But with lure of Nature you'll be ever young!
With age don't worry and yourself blame,
But have an unfailing trust in life's game!
With age you've criss-crossed many a trouble,
But with your iron resolution you'll ne'er stumble!
With age there may be a tarnish in your appearance,
But your inner-self should radiate effulgence!
With age you acquire abundant wisdom,
And can promote youngsters to stardom!
With age you'll be rich with experience,
Which will offer help to the young in their séance!
With age when illnesses creep into the system,
Take care for remedial action and them stem!
Age will thus have no immediate call of Death's clarion,
And you'll die young as an octogenarian
or even a nonagenarian!
.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Wrinkles and Grey Hair (Children)
Mommy's getting wrinkles.
Daddy has grey hair.
It wasn't very long ago
when those things weren't there.
Wish I could smooth the wrinkles out
and darken Daddy's hair
to stop the changes going on.
It makes me feel so scared.
Grampa, does it mean they'll die?
They have wrinkles and grey hair!
I never used to worry
before those things were there.
Grampa said to look at him.
There were lots of wrinkles there,
and on his head, a snowstorm
was the color of his hair.
'Wrinkles only come to point
where smiles were, here and there.
It's your mommy's turn to get some
for the happy times you've shared.'
His white, and Daddy's grey hair
well, it was there to show
who had lived the longest time
so everyone could know!
Grampa said it's part of life.
We love, we learn, we live.
We earn grey hair and wrinkles,
they're prizes only God can give.
Headache
This wrinkle in time, I cant give it no credit
I thought about my space and I really got me down
(got me down)
Got me so down, I got me a headache
My heart is crammed in my cranium and it still knows how to pound
I was counting the rings
And I fell me into sleep
I peeked to see if you were way back when
I was counting the trees
Until a day when there was one
Id hoped beneath, asleep is where that you had been
This wrinkle in time, I cant give it no credit
I thought about my space and I really got me down
(got me down)
Got me so down, I got me a headache
My heart is crammed in my cranium and it still knows how to pound
Well, I found you
Maybe you can help me
And I can help you
This wrinkle in time, I cant give it no credit
I thought about my space and I really got me down
(got me down)
Got me so down, I got me a headache
My heart is crammed in my cranium and it still knows how to pound
Got me so down, I got me a headache
My heart is crammed in my cranium and it still knows how to pound
This wrinkle in time, I cant give it no credit
I thought about my space and I really got me down
(got me down)
song performed by by Frank Black
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She Who Wears The White Hairs
she who wears the white hairs
teaches me what to do with my life
i embrace her and take the clue
from the scent of her wisdom
earned by her for years and years
the weight burdening much
on her bare shoulders
her wrinkles speak of the struggles
of the past warring on the moles of her
cheeks the furrows where tears rush
and fall and then seep on the floor
i kiss her tonight for it is her birthday
and i whisper to her my gratitude
i smell the sweetness of her soul
and it sinks deeper into the recesses
of my heart: here is the lady who made me
i once remember the Chinese eyes in me
my brown skin so tight to my bones
my complacency removed from my youth
my mind soaring like a blithe spirit in the air
she was there all the days of my life
teaching, guiding and patiently noting
what i lack, what i need and what i must be
soon i shall have her white hairs too
her wrinkles her sad smile her own death
soon like her i will stand proud too
she did her best and we were brought to the test
she does not mind her passing we are ready for the timing
we shall switch roles, she dies we save more souls
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Do Not Worry
Take your right hand,
Palm facing up,
And line your fingers
With your teeth.
Hold firmly onto the roof of your mouth.
Do the same with your left hand,
But grip your chin.
Move your hands in opposite directions
Until you hear your jaw cracking
Against the pressure
You put yourself through.
Let your face relax
Back into place.
Let your elastic skin
Rubber-band back into the folds
Sagging over the shadows on your face.
Let it cover your wrinkles
And worry lines.
Then, try again.
Try to unfold your head.
Open it like a book.
Expose your throat to the wind
To let it blow the words
You couldn't speak away.
Split your lips at the seams,
So that a smile may spread its way
Across your rigid cheeks.
Do not worry when your skull
Whacks against your back
And ricochets into the air.
Do not worry when your jaw
Slaps and swings at your chest
By the light current of the breeze.
Do not worry when your blood
Spills all over,
Drenching the dirty ground
And the eyes of everyone
As they watch you
Pull yourself apart.
Do not worry.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Skin Deep
I ain't asking you to keep no secrets
My reputation already shot
I ain't asking you to commit treason
Just tell me if you like it or not
Like it or not baby that's they way I want it to be
Don't give your heart and soul
My love is only skin deep
CHORUS
I'll give you my time and money
I'll give you somewhere to sleep
But don't ask me for my heart and soul
My love is only skin deep
My love is only skin deep
My love is only skin deep
I ain't looking for no blue-eyed lover
That's what stole my baby away
I can see your eyes are darker than midnight
And that's the time that I want to play
I want to play baby that's they way I want it to be
Don't give me your heart and soul
My love is only skin deep
CHORUS
CHORUS
song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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Give Back My Soul
Give back my soul,
You took it away one day,
Or I had given you,
On rent some day,
Give back my soul.
Life had happened before,
Life had happened since,
Life will happen henceforth,
But give back my soul.
The soul was my property sole;
The loss I would not bear
I have nobody to console,
Please give back my soul.
I want those happy days back,
I want those serene times back,
I want those joyous memories back,
Give back my Soul.
I know you won't come back,
For you have a life wonderful;
I know you won't look back,
For you have a companion cheerful;
Give back my soul.
Now people too say,
You were soulful once,
What happened?
You look soulless now,
Give back my soul.
My soul was mine.
I trusted you mine.
I gave you my soul.
Give back my Soul.
The body is dying.
The soul is flying.
The eternity shall happen;
For the sake of,
You and Mine.
poem by Sanjeev Kumar
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In The Midst Of All
In the midst of my mindlessness, I’m moved by God’s thoughtfulness,
Through God’s Spirit and thought, from emptiness meaning’s wrought,
Through the pages of His Word, by God, understanding is transferred,
Filling that emptiness found within, this as my mind turns back to Him.
In the midst of all my worry and fear, God is indeed, present and near,
For my God hasn’t left me alone, but, He’s present with all of His own.
Through His Spirit dwelling inside, with His own He continues to abide,
And with The Lord, we need to share, each and every burden and care.
In the midst of needless concern, God’s Spirit helps my heart to learn,
All my paths are directed by God, wherever He allows my feet to trod,
So when troubles do come my way, at God’s feet those troubles I lay,
As my heart He continues to guide, while God walks daily by my side.
In the midst of trials and tribulation, I’m lifted by the God of Salvation,
Who raised me up from spiritual death, imparting to me eternal breath,
Granted through Christ sure victory, not simply for today but eternally,
So I must keep my eyes fixed on Christ, even in the heartaches of life.
My mindlessness may come and go, but God never stops, this I know,
Worry and fears may grip my heart, but, I know God shall never depart,
As concern seems to darken my way, Jesus Christ, is The Light of day,
So as trials and tribulation come, I must remember where Hope is from.
(Copyright ©10/2009)
Why are you Silent, Oh Cold Beauty?
Why are you silent, Oh cold beauty?
Your attire is simplicity...
Your beauty expressive like eyes of a dancer with a divine spirit...
Call I your muteness your wisdom's speech?
Or fear of a frail soul?
Should I make you divine or meek?
Innocent or ingenious?
Glory of a shrine or a dust of its pavement?
What name I give to your silence?
For u shall be beautiful still!
For a poet night is as beautiful as day…
Wisdom or fear...
Divine or meek
Innocence or ingenuity
Shrines dust or shrines glory...
All rise from heart of beauty taking different courser to meet again in the spirit of love...! !
To sail with d current of devotion with no oppression of tides...! !
With no fear of being exiled to unknown dark showers...
With buried skulls and serpents...
Born in dark...
Rose from dark…
Slept in radiance wide awake...
Speak oh beauty...
For beauty is boundless...
For it sleeps in death's arms to awake in eternities embrace...
poem by Lama Abbas
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I am lucky to have good Polish skin that doesn't wrinkle so I might be around for a few years yet.
Least You Can Do
I was lying awake last night, waiting for your call
But if the rumours are true, that won't bother you at all
I'm trying hard to understand
What it takes to be your man
Now I don't have to wonder anymore
Least you can do is say you're sorry
Least you can do is give me back my heart
Just give me back my heart
Seems living in hope was wrong those years I was away
Thinking your letters, I never received, had gone astray
You said you'd always be there for me
Like a fool I thought you'd be
Now I don't know what I was thinking at all
But the least you can do is say you're sorry girl
Least you can do is give me back my heart
I won't come around no more
You won't find me standing outside your door
Least you can do is tell me why, tell me why
The least you can do is say you're sorry girl
Least you can do is give me back my heart
I won't come around no more
You won't find me standing outside your door
But the least you can do is tell me why
I won't be your fool anymore
There's no need to be cruel anymore, no, no no no no no
Least you can do is say you're sorry girl
The least you can do is give me back my heart
Just give me back my heart
Least you can do is say you're sorry girl
Say you're sorry, it's all you need to do
The least you can do is give me back my heart
So I can move on with my life
Least you can do is say you're sorry girl
Is that so much to ask
The least you can do is give me back my heart
Give me back my heart
Give me back my heart
song performed by by Phil Collins
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The Dance
A Song
As the Wind, and as the Wind,
In a corner of the way,
Goes stepping, stands twirling,
Invisibly, comes whirling,
Bows before, and skips behind,
In a grave, an endless play -
So my Heart, and so my Heart,
Following where your feet have gone,
Stirs dust of old dreams there ;
He turns a toe ; he gleams there,
Treading you a dance apart.
But you see not. You pass on.
poem by Rupert Brooke (1915)
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King Midas In Reverse
The Hollies
King Midas In Reverse
(Allan Clarke/Tony Hicks/but mainly Graham Nash)
Single release 1967
If you could only see me
I know exactly where I am
You wouldn't want to be me
Oh, I can assure you of that
I'm not the guy to run with
'Cos I'll throw you off the line
I'll break you and destroy you
Given time.
He's King Midas with a curse
He's King Midas in reverse
He's King Midas with a curse
He's King Midas in reverse
It's plain to see it's hopeless
Going on the way we are
So even though I'd lose you
You'd be better off by far
He's not the man to hold your trust
Everything he touches turns to dust
In his hands
Nothing he can do is right
He'd even like to sleep at night
But he can't.
{Interlude with 'all he touches turns to dust' 4x}
I wish someone would find me
And help me gain control
Before I lose my reason
And my soul
He's King Midas with a curse
He's King Midas in reverse
He's King Midas with a curse (all he touches turns to dust)
He's King Midas in reverse (all he touches turns to dust)
{fade out}
He's King Midas with a curse (all he touches turns to dust)
He's King Midas in reverse (all he touches turns to dust)
He's King Midas with a curse....
song performed by by Hollies
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