A WOMAN'S POEM
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door.
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door.
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.
Real Love
There is no difficulty that enough love will not conquer,
No door that enough love will not open,
No gulf that enough love will not bridge,
No wall that enough love will not throw down,
No sin that enough love will not redeem.
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It makes no difference how deeply
seated may be the trouble,
How hopeless the outlook
how muddled the tangle,
How great the mistake,
A sufficient realization of love
will dissolve it all.
There is no difficulty that enough love will not conquer,
No door that enough love will not open,
No gulf that enough love will not bridge,
No wall that enough love will not throw down,
No sin that enough love will not redeem.
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It makes no difference how deeply
seated may be the trouble,
How hopeless the outlook
how muddled the tangle,
How great the mistake,
A sufficient realization of love
will dissolve it all.
Love Your Children
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of the yearning of life itself.
They have came to be through you but they do not belong to you.
You give their bodies a home, but not their souls.
Indeed, their souls inhabiting the house of the future,
you can not visit, not even in your dreams.
Because life goes not backward, and dwells not in yesterday.