Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

  Don't want to be a burden On family or friend, Have cared for those, advanced stage, Right up until their end. 'Twas easier for me though, Their young life, I knew not, So did accept them as they were, Didn't know, what they forgot. Though when it does get closer, Not even 'family' Quite difficult it is t'accept Whene'er the person's ME. When I can recall years gone by, As if 'twas yesterday, Instruction giv'n, too soon, gone, Know SOMETHING's gone awry. So bare with me I'm pleading, If  'not myself', I seem, In mind, I may be going through files, Right word or phrase to cream. It may not come instantly, As words did, years gone by, There's so much more now crammed there, So THAT's the reason why.

  A HORRID day for me, 't'as been, With mem'ry issues, poor, A Doctor's 'ppointment, it was made, So it could be made sure. A few tests, they were carried out, Some questions, they were posed, Early onset Altzheimers  Has now been diagosed.   The future, 'tis uncertain,  With disease I've acquired,  My driving days? up in the air,  T hankful, I have retired.  'Twill be for me, much harder,  Since nearly 40, was,  Before my first car did acquire,  Those seizures, were the cause. A test, for driving, needed 'Twill be in a few day,  I'm fearful of the outcome,  So asking, those who pray,  To send some towards Heaven,  Where dwells Creator God,  Whate'er His will, be carried out, The outcome, will Him, laud.  MY preference, show compassion,  And I will pass  the test, To keep me able, still, to drive, And His name WILL be blest.  Test scheduled for April 25th

My parents, how I miss them so, They LOVED me, as the rest, However, due to my illness,  Cared for me, with more zest. Mum worried about ALL of us,  Though when they reached 18,  She worried LESS for them, as she  Had done her job, ’twas seen.  However, both continued to  Show me love, with concern,  Due to the longterm ailment, had,  Solution, they did yearn. Dad drove me, just like a chauffeur, H is love,  great, did a bound, The 'bonding' times in car, we shared, A love, e'erlasting, found. When working as a Tradesman, he, S ome overtime, w ould do, The older brothers, Saturday, Would help him, on a few. He never did take me along, I understood the 'why' On me, having the seizures, he Would have to keep an eye. One blessing I can cling to now, Them, I WILL see, anew, When Heavenly trumpets do resound, Abide, beyond skies blue.  

AMAZING, we survived, indeed We HAD to ‘THINK’, to WRITE, AND READ, Walk to library’s, g et a book, ALSO, we were taught to COOK. Thread a needle, darn a sock, To do that NOW, they’d die of shock. They PRINT when writing - cursive's GONE Their BOOKS, - on line,  Real print's a "yawn", The 'fast food' industry, it did GROW, Home made meals? - to cook, - too slow. And YET they SAY, "progression's made" Personally, I'd give them  'F' grade. Also, their spelling, "a-tro-shush" Use numbers, making words, They will not w8, if U R L8, Clockface, for them, absurd. Oh to return to bygone days, Which weren't THAT long ago, And while change wasn't just as FAST, It wasn't 'snail's pace' SLOW.

The brain's a super computer,  That SELDOM gets to rest, Unless in induced coma, Though with CARE, works its best. It's sofware is updated Through life experiences, By reading, education, And RESTING, when it says. More time spent on computer,  The man made type, not 'brain' Will mean it will work slower, So t'shut down, one MUST train. Thus, full 8 hours of sleeping A world of good will do, Though fo'many individuals, They CAN work well with few. The Hard Drive needs some maintainance, For brain, think "Gratitude"  Keep journal, meditation, Will do the world of good.

When children own an animal, A family pet, to care,  Something that they, maturity can Display, through 'motions bare. It can be educational Proving life's brevity, For should we live to adulthood, Of THIS, we ALL, will see. I'd heard for years that canine friends To "doggie heaven", go Though felines, who "have nine lives" They do NOT go 'below' Instead they to a special place, When quenched all their 'nine lives' Their equivalent to canine's rest? Why, it's called  "Purradise"

What if our God was crying? He HAS; and oft.; I'm sure, John's Gospel, 11: 35 "Jesus wept", Jerusalem, o'er. He grieves and cries when children, By adults, are abused, Their innocence, it's stolen, Emotionally bruised. He wept when watching His son, While on that rugged cross, Though three days later, when He rose I'm sure, tears of rejoice. He weeps, when people listening To all His Love, bestowed, STILL choose to go their own way, Reject that His blood, flowed. He wept, - though not recorded, When Eve, that fruit did eat Of knowledge 'good and evil' And satan, man, did cheat. He ALSO weeps, though tears of joy, When sinners DO repent, Who start to follow in HIS way, Eternity, - Heaven spent.

I DO believe th’Almighty DOES shed some tears of grief Whene’er we turn our backs on His LOVE and His belief. However experience shows He ready is, and WILL Receive us back to His fold When before Him, we’re still. We’ve read how, in the Bible O’er Jerusalem, HE wept And yet STILL loved 'the people’ At THAT, HE is adept. The shortest verse in Bible, John 'leven, thirty five, With just two words, depicts it, He wept, while still alive. Forgiveness TOO, He’s mastered At THAT, we fall way short, We MAY, forgive,- but forget? THAT is so hard to court. Though He can tears of JOY show Whenever WE decide, To turn our lives around and In HIS way, we abide.

     Should never tell a lady’s age,                                                           E’en when it does excel, Though oft’ ’tis said, by bard and sage,                                   Permission’s given, to tell.                                        The year in question, ’35,                                                                                                  The nineteen hundre...

Initialised by the story below. My son had trouble walking, Faulty co-ordination, Inclusion, NOT rejection Welcomed, no agitation. While out for stroll in parkland, A baseball game in play, By guys, knew situation, Would they include my Shay? He'd asked me IF they'd let him, Deep down, I sensed they'd not, As caring dad, with caution, Did ask, response, I got. "We're losing by six runs just now, Eighth innings NOW, but wait, We'll try to let him bat the ninth, Can't do much worse now, mate" Shay struggled to the team bench, Donned team shirt, smile SO wide, MY eyes were sopping wet now, My heart, for team, had pride. Ninth inning, Shay did don a glove, In right field, he did play, His joyous smile, ACCEPTANCE, Though no hits came his way. At bottom of ninth inning, His team did score anew, Two outs and bases loaded, Would Shay know what to do? Would team decide to block him So win the game, they could? Compassion, shown towards him Displayed a CARING...

 Lily pads cover the pond Some flowers a-sprouting too, All that's missing, - Toad or frog, To croak "hello" to you. How do they float on water face? 'Tis 'optical illusion', They're 'ttached to stems with roots down deep, To give your first conclusion. The leaves look fragile laying there, As if they'd sink, with weight, Though aqua reptiles, ready tongues, Like hungry reprobate, Upon the leaf-pads settle, Not worried, they'd collapse, Instead, they choose their menu As passing fliers, entraps.

Some people, when they change their life To follow Creator God, They quickly 'fall' to sin again, And need a nudging prod To take a step back, start anew,  Oft times rededicate Their lives to Him, with promises To live His way, so great. Rededication, though, is not A real necessity, Just think, whene'er we work the land And then come in, for tea. We WASH the dirt that is ingrained Into the pores of hand, Then start afresh to rectify To do that which was planned And so within the life of man Whene'er we fall, to sin, Rededication's not required Re-let our Saviour in. All that's required is contrite heart, Forgiveness, ask, from Him, So reDEVOTE yourself to Him Just as you did before Then continue with strength and trust, 'till you reach Heavens door,

  { composed within a few minutes after a letter about political choice, on the 'All Poetry' site } No matter WHAT the answer Please use REALITY, For th'answer WILL be different For him, her, thee or me. Depending on your background, The way that you were raised, Will show that politicians Should be condemned or praised. If you believe they're useless And just a waste of space, You'll want to give 'tongue lashing' Then put them in their place. On t'other hand if praise be Awarded from your tongue Then glory, praise and hoour From your lips will be strung.

My parents often did repeat To all their children, six, If we, bick’ring incessantly, Those older, got their kicks By tormenting the young ’uns Too young, up to them, stand,  And often played ’seniority’  To get the upper hand.  Though parents, did their duty,  Protecting ‘litters runt’  As lioness, her offspring hid,  When fleeing those who’d hunt.  Some one always did want ‘last word’,  It meant, to them, they’d won,  However, mum or dad stepped in  To quench the ‘older’ fun.  When they did halt the ‘torment’,  And hence, the older’s ‘fun’  Their interceding, final,  And when they spoke, ’twas done.   They loved them all so equally, The younger brood, defending “Least said, Soonest mended  Nothing said needs no mending”

  I often think of people I've known throughout my years, From school days, church and social, Wheree'r my memory steers.  Folk, I got to work with, Within my various jobs, But since have lost all contact, And memory recall, robs Their name, OR their description, To faces, comes  no name, Then names appear from nowhere, But faces?, nothing came. And think, am I a memory, Have they, me too, forgot? Do I have space in their mind, E'en just a little spot? And THEN, I think Eternally, If I in Heaven, them see, Will I  full recognition Have there? and THEM, for me? Will we recall Earths travels, Times, we, t'gether, did share ? Or have no earthly memories, And at their faces stare? response. -   https://christianityfaq.com/will-we-know-each-other-in-heaven/

Did watch, tonight, a movie, The title, as above, Last scene, it was emotional, Where folk were showing love. The scene, it was an airport Folk reunited, were, My thoughts went towards Heaven, With MANY loved ones there. Then how, when we do get there, Connect with folk long gone, Both friends and also family, We'll be, where we belong. Though WON'T be just short greeting, "Twill be ETERNALLY, And NEVERMORE be parted, 'Twill be 'LOVE, ACTUALLY'. 

Not everything in life is free T'obtain, one MUST work hard, Alas for many, they do think Entitlement's their 'card'. A father told his children, each, That when they reached age '12' The 'secret of life' he'd tell them, So they'd not have to delve Into their lives, not knowing This secret that is hid From MANY, as they travel Throughout their lives, from kid. Whene'er the firstborn reached that age, He longed to learn the truth, His father took him to the side, Said, "Now you're a youth, I'll let you know the secret, son, While it's like creamy silk, Now do not tell your brother this, "The cow does NOT give milk" "What do you mean dad?" asked the boy "I learnt they DO, at school, Are you suggesting teacher's wrong? Or saying she's a fool?" The father sat the young lad down "No son, th'teacher's right, Let me explain it properly Before you start a fight. They do not, GIVE it...