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 INNER THOUGHTS By: Anonymous
Quest I search for love; But sometimes, this is so elusive; It’s a hair’s breadth away; A little beyond my reach.
Keep Cool If someone stepped on your toes, And did not apologize; Keep cool! He does not understand civility.
If someone smutched your name, And did not express regret for something done or said; Keep cool! He does not understand morality.
If someone hit you on your back, Fight back not with your fists; But with your wit. He will then understand, He is but just a dirty, empty can!
Cheating Feigning you liked when you despised; Isn’t cheating. Acting you’re pleased when you’re bored; Isn’t cheating. Showing joy when you’re in pain; Isn’t cheating. Appearing you’re strong when you’re frail; Isn’t cheating. Waving goodbyes when you’re needing hellos; Isn’t cheating. Cheating is – pretending you understand when you don’t.
A Lifetime Treasure You are gone….. But for us, you never left; You just went ahead Into the caverns of men’s soul.
We did not lose you, Although nothing seems the same; Part of us went with you, The day God called your name.
We can not see you….. But we know, you’re someone near; You do not see us grieve, But we’re sure, you hear. We will not forget you…… We will cherish the friendship we learned; ‘Though in our heart, there is pain, Your memories will remain.
Hasta la vista, friend…… In time, we’ll see each other again; And when our time on earth expires, Be our guide……exploring paradise.
Speak up ……. Silence
Speak up, silence…… Tell them why there is solitude; Why there is love; And say, it’s not a dream To love, to smile and to cry.
Speak up, silence….. Tell them why some songs Lose their rhythm and rhyme; And why, there’s always hello But sometimes….. no goodbye.
Speak up, silence….. Shout the foolishness of a pride….. Whimper the cry of a heart…… Tell someone the murmurs of love. Silence, speak up…. And mend my broken heart!
What is a Friend?
A friend is ……….
The rainbow to amuse you when you’re discouraged; The shock-absorber for your rage. The ear to listen to all your sighs; The hankie to dry your eyes.
The broom to sweep away your trouble; The cushion to protect you when you tumble. The mirror to show you reality; The book to enhance your creativity.
The wine to sip when you’re euphoric; The stick to whip you when you’re abusive. The lock to your vault of secrets; The traffic light to warn you of life’s interesting courses.
Free I saw a cocoon on my window; It wriggled for a while; It’s a butterfly! I watched it…… It watched me too; ….. Then it flew! I guess… Alike my empty soul!
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