When we cease to do a thing
How easy we forget The good news is Tis joy to remember it Our body doth remember Our hands Our blood Our soul If you cease to do a thing you love It doth take a heavy toll Fret not if not doing! There will always be time When you life is ready The chips will fall in line And that thing That thing you love so dear It will find you Forget not what you love! But know tis not who you are Though the passion and joy found Can carry you far Far beyond this thing some call the mundane of every day Riding high on wings of action We shape our lives like a potter moulds clay Remember what moves your soul That is a clear path before you set and lined with all you know Forget not what you do Do what you love Love every breath There is no mundane.
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Brilliant
Beautiful Wonderful morning With the birds a singing And the cars a buzzin Busy Busy BEEEEEEES Off to act providers for their families But I wonder under how much thunder does the lightning strike Not today I might Add to the story of our glory We are writing it now don't you know In the Brilliant Beautiful Wonderful Shadow of the mountain God's watchful eyes There is wonder in the skies A magnificence rarely seen Twas never easy bein green if you trust the words of old blue eyes What did her know? His act was all a show? Like us all Now this here This is reality Warm, friendly but a little bit salty Thank God for family! Rehydrating my emotional needs with ease Protecting Directing Sharing the way On this brilliant, beautiful, wonderful day A festive season full of mixed feelings as we prepare for our departure
Our destiny awaits At least an epic journey at any rate Friends and family bring good health and cheer then come the tears The embrace The long goodbye Who could go through it without wanting to cry? But we sally forth To the irrevocable pull Which we can no longer Simply ignore It means a pause placed on the life we have here and a heartfelt goodbye to those we hold dear but never fear we shall return some year Having grown and expanded with air in our wings We shall travel light and return with whatever our trip brings I say not goodbye Instead, fare the well For next time we meet There shall be stories to tell |
Douglas Karson
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