Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

 To the tune "where do I go from here" (Jim Reeves) Where did the summer go? Why's winter always slow? How I wish the longer days could last. Too long, the colder days, Wrapped up, cause no sun's rays, Way too soon the summer season's past. Love to sit in sunshine, To show some colour, rouge, Shorts, the only clothing, The scent of morning dews. Skies so blue, no clouds of grey, Bulky clothing's not in way, Just the rays of sunshine, on your face. Sandy beaches call your name, Getting colour, is the game, Gloom full winter mem'ries to erase. Days which linger longer, Before the evening falls, Children, soak up sunshine, Then hear their parents calls. Everyone seems happy, then, Grouchiness stays in 'the pen' Summer makes ecstatic faces glow.

  No longer am I slim and trim Since move to "Studios" Though while the midriff has now grown, I YET, can see my toes. The old adage of "middl'age spread", Has raised it's ugly face, The food they're serving every meal Is settling in ONE place. Since I have also, now, retired, Once active, now, not so, The power derived from food, thus has  No place , therefore, to go. So it just stays where it does land, Not turned to energy, It can't be hidden now, alas, It's plain, for ALL to see.

It's strange how our perspectives, Do change, a s time does pass,  Espec'lly when it comes to age, Whene'er it, does amass. Recall a distant memory, When very young, was I, Was not 'llowed to forget it, Reminded, by and by. Was with mum, in our village, Where church friend, we did meet, A compliment was given, I jumped in, with both feet. "You're looking great today Mrs. Ross"  To mum, that  friend,   said free, "Don't feel it" mum said, adding on, "For an old girl like me" "YOU'RE not old" she did respond, MY r'sponse, made mum forlorn, "My mummy IS old", I replied, "She was 40, when I was born" Was ne'er 'llowed t'forget that quip, 'Millstone' 'round my neck, hung, It's strange how, 60 + years aft., The '40's' WERE quite young.

                        F ascinatingly awesome,                         A ttentive, to the core,                         T here, whenever needed,                         H elping’s,  NOT a chore,                         E xercising loving care,                         R eady, willing, always there,                         S teadfast, sure, in all you do,                         D utifully, men like you                          A re rare, it seems,...

 Most people treat their friendships  With respect,  love and care,  While others, sadly, their idea ,  " If I'm there, then, I'm there".  There's nothing more frustrating,  Plans cancelled, unaware,  To meet up with a dear "friend"  To find, they didn't care.  That on the date appointed,  Something better, arose,  No "sorry" text or phone call,  A NEW date, they would chose. You now feel unimportant, Of toys, t he old 'rag doll'   "If nothing else upcoming, You'll do" as second call.      Composed after being stood up by a 'friend' who had made the appointment the evening prior.

  Prayer topics for this evening, It seems, a  growing list,  The 'needy', 'frail', 'discouraged' Those, we need to assist. To bring before the Father, E'en though HE  knows,  full well, Exactly WHAT will happen, Discouragement, dispel. ------------------------------------------ " They STILL are on the prayer list?  They've not been answered YET? " . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Our timing is not HIS time, OUR job, to ne ' er forget. Don't think of them, 'a burden', A 'needy,  hopeless soul' Our job, is NOT in judgement, HIS, aim, - to make things whole. Galatians 6:9 New International Version  9  Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. **many people encourage for a while, until, they seem to think that the person/people requiring the constant  encouragement THRIVE on being needy, enjoying the attention; THEN they stop assisting/thinking of /even ...

   'Tis said that when we pass beyond   The realms of mortal earth,   For SOME 'twill be a toxic time,   For others, joyful mirth. There are TWO destinations, On earth, we get to choose, One, guarantees a better life, Th'other, ALL will loose. 'Tis sad, that for the latter, No escape, can be made, So BEST to choose, and EARLY, The cost's already paid. Since we have zero option, When our last breath, we take, THAT choice is for 'Creator', Who, in th'womb, did us make. Thus, if it has just left us, Before OUR choice was made, Your choice neglect, was costly, Eternal price, be paid.  

                                                                                           The "WhatNot"  H ello there young Callum,                    'Twas passed on to my care,     Great nephew, l'm told,                                     1991,          Enclosed in this package.                      And while it WAS painted,     Is something that's OLD.                        I stripped it - NOT fun.   A fine piece of furniture,       ...

   Bereaved, without the funeral,  Is how I'm feeling now,  This time of separation,   I WILL get through, somehow.   With people  all around me,  To mend my broken heart,  My friends at church and family,  Latter, oceans apart,  This separation needed,  In context, things, to go,  They say that 'absense', it does make  The heart, to fondness, grow.  It feels like a bereavement,  Without the actual death,  I wonder if we'll aye re-meet,  Me and Elizabeth? No words can heal the sorrow Nor ease the aching pain, Just know one thing for certain, We'll re-unite again. And then 'twill be for ever In that grand Heaven above, But now, as MY heart's breaking, I'm  needing  all your love.