Slow Down
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round,
or listened to rain slapping the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight,
or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
time is short, the music won't last.
Do you run through each day on the fly,
when you ask "How are you?", do you hear the reply?
When the day is done,do you lie in your bed,
with the next hundred chores running through your head?
You better slow down, don't dance so fast
time is short, the music won't last.
Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow,
and in your haste, not seen his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die,
'cause you never had time to call and say "hi".
You better slow down, don't dance so fast
time is short, the music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere,
you miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry though your day,
it is like an unopened gift thrown away.
Life is not a race,so take it slower,
hear the music before the song is over.
By - David L. Weatherford
Success
You can use most any measure
When you're speaking of success.
You can measure it in fancy home,
Expensive car or dress.
But the measure of your real success
Is the one you cannot spend.
It's the way your kids describe you
When they're talking to a friend.
To All Parents
"I'll lend you for a little time a child of mine," He said,
"For you to love and mourn for when he's dead.
It may be for six or seven years or twenty two or three,
But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you and should his stay be brief,
You'll have his lovely memories, as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise that he'll stay, since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over, in my search for teacher true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you.
Now will you give him all your love nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call, to take him back again?"
We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we have known forever grateful stay.
But shall the angels call him much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand
By - Edgar A. Guest
