Just look
Just look in the
mirror, see what you are?
Ugly and old, no
longer a star.
Ugly and old, oh
what a shame,
Life sure is sad,
no one to blame.
Neighbours round
here, well!
They are all the
same
The reason they
all
To this nursing
home came.
Here where folks
are ugly and old.
Here where bones
feel feeble and cold.
Here where eyes no
longer see well.
Ears do not hear,
teeth no longer crack shell.
Where pain nightly
robes us of much needed sleep.
Where daily we
struggle our senses to keep.
But! we ought not
to worry for soon we will be,
Back home, where
once more we are pretty and free.
Onward
Ever onward bold
and brave
Oh- how sweet to
know
The sacred gate to
Heaven
Lies just beyond
the grave.
Perhaps
Perhaps true joy will only be found
Beyond the gates of death
Freedoms portals may be walked
Beyond our tears and stress
Enduring loss, grief and pain
Will some sweet day be joys refrain?
Some People think
Some people think that money
Could change their way of life.
Some folks think that worldly goods
Could banish all trouble all strife.
Yet all the money in the world
Can’t buy you back your health
And treasures such as love or friends
Are not obtained by wealth
And no amount of petty cash
Can pledge a happy life.
And to much of a bank account
Can cause the soul much strife.
But should you care to find
Things that the eye can’t see
Like blessed peace and love,
Look for them on your knees.
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