Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids poetry (70)

If

If there is something to say

To brighten the day - say it.

If there is something to give

That help’s others to live – give it.

If there is something to share

To show others you care – share it.

If there is something to love

Thank your father above

And love it.

It’s good by again (a song)

It’s goodbye again

A time for hearts to ache

and eyes to cry again.

It’s goodbye once more

We’re left to watch the closing

Of an old familiar door.

All that’s left behind is a memory

Of your face your smile

Of the way things used to be

Till we meet again,

On tomorrows shore

Where we laugh and sing

And embrace once more

Till that happy morn,

Till that joyful day

Where friends never part

Where folks never say

Goodbye again.

Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (69)

 

Circles

The circles I once moved in,

are gone, I’m left alone.

The man I used to laugh with

 is in a nursing home.

My dear old friends all paired of,

are kind, still I feel out,

A quiet place to hide away,

now beats the milling crowd.

Let others go out dancing,

let others drift and roam.

I think it best to get some rest

and spent my time at home.

*****

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.

*****

Come

Come in to my parlour said the spider with a grin,

Well! the poor fly fell for it and she flew right in

Flew into that web of danger, could not get back out

Friends take care,

Don’t you be falling for the spiders clever calling

Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (68)

 
 

Evening

How beautiful your little song

Dear friend on feathered wing.

I hear your joyous evening prayer,

And long with thee to sing.

As darkness covers tree and flower,

All toil and labour cease,

May every heart be filled with love

And feel Gods blessed peace.

Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (67)

 

New

A new beginning once a year

For bush and flower and tree.

Yet in his love each sunrise brings

A brand-new start for me.

Within each day and moment

I need to learn and grow

To be a worthy Child of God

Because he loves me so.