Skip to main content

"Give it to the bin"

Some people say I eat too fast
To me, it's just the norm
I never liked to waste my food
From day that I was born.

I am the yongest of six boys,
The eldest turned fifteen
Just five weeks after I was born,
By me, was seldom seen.

My father, was a 'tradesman' 
The youngest of his brood,
His mother never went to work
'Til he, self dressing, could.

So that was how he knew it
The father WILL provide,
To pay the bills, supply our needs,
Essentials, ne'er denied.

I aye felt sorry for him, though,
The SOLE day off he took,
Was Sunday, which was "chu'ch" day
He lived, by Holy Book.

So NEVER got to lay in bed
His weary bones, to rest
His selfless duty, - family, was,
He gave to us, his best.

We ALSO lived with 'hand me downs'
Bought GOOD, so it would last
So had to learn to 'scrimp and save'
Ne'er liked t'see any waste,

I'm glad that my metabolism
Was where I burnt off food
In energy, quite quickly,
I AM a lucky dude.

I also learned to clean my plate
Quite quickly, food, did clear,
So I could get what others left,
"I'll eat it, give it here"

So when we were at table,
Full family or just some,
"Give it to the bin" was heard
From each and everyone.












Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Christmas Past

Gifts of gold, incense and myrrh For that baby lying there Were not gifts without much thought, Significant references, they brought. GOLD , for riches of a king, Of properties e'erlasting ring, To celebrate the Kingly birth, Who came as man upon the earth. FRANKINCENSE came from the east For th'annointing of a priest, This babe, a Prophet, Priest and King, Eternal life for all to bring. MYRRH was given, though bitter it's taste, Preparing for the death to be faced, The purpose of His life, - the Cross, To save the world from eternal loss. The media bombard with ads., Pushing forth the latest fads, The parents now seem under stress, They're spending more, though giving less. Oh to live in bygone days Though cash was scarce, with less in pays, The children, then, were quite content And knew what Christmas really meant
Post a Comment
Read more

Addenda to 'Who is this man'

Who is this Man Addenda (in blue) to an anthem by Mary Kay Beall entitled Who is this Man? sung in my home church choir a few years ago. Who is this man upon a cross By love's decree, brought low? They say He came to save the world Because God loved us so The King of Kings And Lord of Lords Eternally He'll reign Can it be true He died for me And yes, would die again Who is this man upon the cross? He is a friend to me And though I oft Him disappoint His love has set me free The King of Kings And Lord of Lords He took my sin and pain And yes it's true He died for me, But will return again
1 comment
Read more

A Father's Blessing

                  As youngest son, I always sensed                   From many of the brothers,                   True or not, they’d put me down,                   I wasn’t like the others.                                    A few days prior to passing on,                  A blessing I was giv’n                        From my beloved, aged dad,                  Before he moved to Heav’n.                                    His health was failing faster now  ...
2 comments
Read more