Today, upon a bus, I saw a girl with golden hair. and wished I was as fair. When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobble down the aisle. She had one leg and wore a crutch. But as she passed, she gave a smile. Forgive me when I whine. I have 2 legs, the world is mine.
I stopped to buy some candy. The lad who sold it had such charm. I talked with him, he seemed so glad. If I were late, it’d do no harm. And as I left, he said to me, “I thank you, you’ve been so kind. It’s nice to talk with folks like you. You see,” he said, “I’m blind.” Forgive me when I whine. I have 2 eyes, the world is mine.
Later while walking down the street, I saw a child with eyes of blue. He stood and watched the others play. He did not know what to do. I stopped a moment and then I said, “Why don’t you join the others, dear?” He looked ahead without a word. And then I knew, he couldn’t hear. Forgive me when I whine. I have 2 ears, the world is mine.
With feet to take me where I’d go. With eyes to see the sunset’s glow. With ears to hear what I’d know. Forgive me when I whine. I am fortunate indeed, the world is mine.
There are times I feel bound The walls are closing in As the outside world Threatens my sanity Allowing myself to become prisoner To others expectations and needs The rope getting tighter I – struggling to breathe As the word, “No” becomes foreign to my lips And the word, “Yes” tastes of resentment My dreams slowly slipping away Bound so tight I can’t even attempt to grasp them Too busy living other peoples dreams To allow time for my own Mourning the loss of my companion-night And the sanctuary of a solitude-I no longer own I often pause and wonder Why I become a willing captive When I know it is only I Who can release these ropes that bind me
When you’re tired and worn at the close of day And things just don’t seem to be going your way, When even your patience has come to an end, Try taking time out and confide in a friend.
Perhaps he, too, may have walked the same road With a much troubled heart and burdensome load, To find peace and comfort somewhere near the end, When he stopped long enough to confide in a friend.
For then are most welcome a few words of cheer, For someone who willingly lends you an ear, No troubles exist that God cannot mend, But to get quick relief, just confide in a friend.
I woke up early today, excited over all that I get to do before the clock strikes midnight. I have responsibilities to fulfill today. I am important. My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.
Today I can complain because the weather is rainy or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.
Today I can feel sad because I don’t have more money or I can be more grateful for the many things that I already have.
Today I can grumble about my health or I can rejoice that I am alive.
Today I can lament over all that my parents didn’t give me when I was growing up or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.
Today I can cry because roses have thorns or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.
Today I can mourn for my lack of friends or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new relationships.
Today I can whine because I have to go to work or I can shout for joy because I have a job to do.
Today I can complain because I have to go to school or I can eagerly open my mind and fill it with rich new tidbits of knowledge.
Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped. And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.
What today will be like is up to me. I’m the one who gets to choose what kind of day I will have!
Heavenly softness, sweet lips and soft hair Her body inviting to explore everywhere The scent of a woman , her arms open wide Her heart full of love, her compassionate side
Her body so willing, she’ll melt in your arms Her lips are so thrilling, her passion so strong She’ll lift you to heaven and build you a fire She’ll give you her body, she’ll give you desire
had a conversation with the moon? or made a wish on a falling star? Held hope of delicate things? When was the last time you got lost in an enchanted wood? Or were kissed by a prince who turned into a frog? Consulted a caterpillar? Or kidnapped a mith had a visit from your fairy godmother who turned pumpkins into coaches and wishes into wings When was the last time you tears cried lost into the lake of longing or sipped inspiration from the pool of wonder? or rose victorious like a phoenix … from the ashes? When did you last lay your head in the lap of awe and listen to a song … from a distant shore called home? leap – soar – explore remember your dreams and unseen things sing with rapture dance and dance dance like a dervish and when imagination knocks open the door.
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