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Poems & Short Stories

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I would like to share with you some poems and short stories that have been given to me by family and friends. I am sorry but the authors are unknown, to them I am thankful. If you have any short stories or poems you would like to share with us please email them and we will add them to our web page.

 

 

 

 

~DEATH~

WHAT A WONDERFUL WAY TO EXPLAIN IT.  

 

  A sick man turned to his doctor as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said,  

“Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side”' Very quietly, the doctor said, 'I don't know.'  You don't know?  You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?'  

The doctor was holding the handle of the door; on the other side came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.  Turning to the patient, the doctor said,   'Did you notice my dog?  

He's never been in this room before; he didn't know what was inside.  He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear.  

I know little of what is on the other side of death 

But I do know one thing...  

I know my Master is there and that is enough. 

 

 

 

 

 

When The Works All Done This Fall

I am just an old cow puncher and here I am dressed in rags

I used to be a good one boys and go on great big jags

When I left home boys my mother for me cried

Begged me not to go boys

For she would have died

My mother's heart is breaking, breaking for me that's all

And with Gods help I'll see her

When the works all done this fall

That very night this cowboy went out to stand his guard

The night was dark and cloudy and storming very hard

The cattle they got frightened and rushed in wild stampede

This cowboy tried his best to heard them while riding at full speed

While riding in the darkness so loudly did he shout?

Trying his best to heard them and turn the heard around

His horse did stumble and on him did fall

That poor boy won't see his mother

When the works all done this fall

They picked him up so gently and laid him in his bed

He opened wide his blue eyes and looking all around

He motioned to his comrade's sit near him on the ground

Jack you have my saddle

George you take my horse

Think of me kindly boys

When you look upon them all

For I'll not see my mother

When the work is all done this fall

They buried poor Charlie at day break

With only a tombstone at his head

This is what it said

Poor Charlie died at daybreak

He died from a fall

That poor boy won't see his mother

When the works all done this fall

 

A Short Story that Makes You Think

 

The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like she had   never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before. "Leave me alone," he growled... To his amazement, the woman continued standing. She was smiling -- her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows.  "Are you hungry?" she asked.  "No," he answered sarcastically. "I've just come from dining with the president. Now go away." The woman's smile became even broader.  Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm. "What are you doing, lady?" the man asked angrily. "I said to leave me alone.  Just then a policeman came up. "Is there any problem, ma'am?" he asked.  "No problem here, officer," the woman answered. "I'm just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?" The officer scratched his head. "That's old Jack. He's been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him? "See that cafeteria over there?" she asked. "I'm going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile." "Are you crazy, lady?" The homeless man resisted. "I don't want to go in there!"

Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up. "Let me go, officer. I didn't d o anything."  "This is a good deal for you, Jack," the officer answered. "Don't blow it."  Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived.  The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by his table.  "What's going on here, officer?" he asked. "What is all this, is this man in trouble?" "This lady brought this man in here to be fed," the policeman answered.  "Not in here!" the manager replied angrily. "Having a person like that here is bad for business." Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. "See, lady. I told you so. Now if you'll let me go. I didn't want to come here in the first place."  

The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled. "Sir are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?" "Of course I am," the manager answered impatiently. "They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms." And do you make a goodly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings?"  "What business is that of yours?"  I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company."  "Oh."  The woman smiled again. "I thought that might make a difference."  She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a laugh. "Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal?"  No thanks, ma'am," the officer replied.” I’m on duty." "Then perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?"  "Yes ma'am. That would be very nice."  The cafeteria manager turned on his heel. "I'll get your coffee for you right away, officer."  The officer watched him walk away. "You certainly put him in his place.

"That was not my intent... Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this

She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest.   She stared at him intently.  "Jack, do you remember me?"  Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes. "I think so --I mean you do look familiar."    "I'm a little older perhaps," she said. "Maybe I've even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry." "Ma'am?" the officer said questioningly. He couldn't believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry.  "I was just out of college," the woman began. "I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn't find anything. Finally I was   down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment.  I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and     nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to eat." Jack lit up with a smile. "Now I remember," he said. "I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for

something to eat. I said that it was against company policy."   "I know," the woman continued. "Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble. Then, when I looked over and saw you put the price of my food in the cash register, I knew then that everything would be all right."

"So you started your own business?" Old Jack said.  "I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business that, with the help of God, prospered."  She opened her purse and pulled out a business card. "When you are   finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons. He's the personnel director of my company. I'll go talk to him now and I'm certain he'll find something for you to do around the office."  She smiled. "I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet. If you ever need anything, my door is always open to you."  

There were tears in the old man's eyes. "How can I ever thank you?" he asked. "Don't thank me," the woman answered. "To God goes the glory. He led me to you." Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways. "Thank you for your help officer," she said. "On the contrary, Ms. Eddy," he answered. "Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget, and thank you for the coffee."  

 

Have a Wonderful Day and May God Bless You and don't forget that when you "cast your bread upon the waters," you never know how it will be returned to you. God is so big He can cover the whole world with his Love and so small He can curl up inside your heart.  When God leads you to the edge of the cliff, trust Him fully and let go. Only 1 of 2 things will happen, either He'll catch you when you fall, or He'll teach you how to fly! 

God closes doors no man can open & God opens doors no man can close…..

Have a blessed day and remember to be a blessing….

 

OLD AGE STORY

 

Old age I decided is a gift. I am now probably for the first time in my life the person I have always wanted to be.

Oh, not my body! I despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. Often I am taken back by that old person that lives in the mirror (who looks just like my mother), but I don’t agonize over those for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, and my loving family for less grey hair or a flatter belly. As I’ve aged, I have become kinder to myself and less critical of myself. I’ve become my own friend.

I don’t chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that sill cement gecko that I didn’t need, but looks so good on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 & 70’s, and if I at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love….…I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set…. They to will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well as forgotten. I eventually remember the important things.

Sure over the many years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you loose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody’s beloved pet is hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being perfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning grey, & to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep groves on my face. So many have never laughed & so many have died before their hair turned silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don’t question myself anymore. I’ve even earned the right o be wrong.

So to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become.

I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here I will not waste time lamenting what could have been or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day, if I feel like it.

                                      Yes old age is truly a gift.

 

 

 

SOMEBODY'S MOTHER

 

The woman was old ragged and grey

And bent with the chill of the winters day

The streets were wet with the recent snow

And the woman's feet were aged and slow

She stood at the crossing and waited long

Alone, uncared for amid the strong

Of human beings who passed her by

Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye

Down the street with laughter and shout

Glad in the freedom of school let out

Came the boys like a flock of sheep

Hailing the snow piled white and deep

Past the woman so old and grey

Hastened the children on their way

Nor offered a helping hand to her

So meek so mild afraid to stir

Lest the carriage wheels or the horses feet

Should trample her down in the slippery street

At last came one of the merry troop

The gayest laddie of all the group

He paused beside her and whispered low

" I'll help you across if you want to go"

Her aged hand on his strong young arm

She placed, and so, without either hurt or harm

He guided her trembling feet along

Proud that his own were so firm and strong

Then back again to his friends he went

His young heart happy and well content

"She somebody's mother, boys you know"

For all she's aged poor and slow

And I hope some fellow will lend a hand

To help my mother you understand

If ever she's poor old and grey

When her own dear boy is far away

And "somebody's mother bowed her head

In her home that night and the prayer she said

Was, "God be kind to that noble boy"

WHO IS SOMEBODY'S SON PRIDE AND JOY

 

 

 

A VERY SPECIAL PRAYER

 

Dear Lord, I ask you to listen today to these things that I am struggling to say

"I forget" are words I've come to dread as memories slip in and out of my head

One moment I'm sure and then I don't know just where I am or which way I should go 

When I sit and fold my hands to pray I forget what it was I needed to say

It's so frustrating when friends come to call and I don't know their names or faces at all 

Sometimes I'm frightened, sometimes I cry; If you asked me, I couldn't tell you why 

My family sometimes gasp in dismay at the way I act and the things I say 

I know it hurts when I use the wrong name: when I act like a child, I see their shame 

Lord, help them know what I can't confide, that there's still part of me buried deep inside

That I need their smiles and to hold their hand, and to hear them say they understand 

That I share their pain, and I love them still, and although I can't show it,  I always will 

    AMEN

                                                    

This prayer is dedicated to our own mother who suffers from the disease of Alzheimer’s.

           A very special thank you to the person who wrote this prayer, it says it all.                          

 Thank You         

 

 

 

I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO PRAY

 

I got up early one morning and rushed right out into the day,

I had so much to accomplish that I didn't have time to pray,

Problems just tumbled around me and heavier came each task,

"Why doesn't God help me," I wondered,

He answered, "YOU DIDN'T ASK"

I wanted to see joy and beauty,

But the day toiled on, grey and bleak,

I wondered why GOD didn't show me,

He said, "But you didn't seek,"

I tried to come into GOD'S presence,

I used all my keys at the lock,

GOD gently and lovingly chided,

"My child, you didn't knock"

I woke up early this morning,

And paused before entering the days,

I had so much to accomplish,

That I had to take time to PRAY.

 

 

 

A Birthday Story to Remember

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It was Grandfather's Birthday, he was 79. He got up early, shaved, showered, combed his hair and put on his Sunday best so he would look nice when they came.

He skipped his daily walk to the town café where he had coffee with his cronies. He wanted to be home when they came.

He put his porch chair on the sidewalk so he could get a better view of the street when they drove up to help celebrate his birthday.

At noon, he got tired but decided to go for his nap so he could be there when they came.

Most of the rest of the afternoon he spent near the telephone so he could answer it when they called.

He has five married children, 13 grandchildren and three great-grandchildren. One son and a daughter live within 10 miles of his place. They hadn't visited him for a long time. But today was his birthday, and they were sure to come.

At suppertime, he left the cake untouched so they could cut it and have dessert with him. After supper, he sat on the porch waiting, after all it was his 79th birthday

At 8:30 pm he went to his room to prepare for bed. Before retiring, he left a note on the door, "Be sure to wake me up when you come, for you see it was my birthday today." He never woke Up!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

FOOTPRINTS

 

One night a man had a dream

He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD

Across the sky flashed scenes from his life

For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand

One belonged to him and the other to the LORD.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him he

 looked back at the footprints in the sand

He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints

   He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.

This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it

"LORD, you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way

But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life,

there is only one set of footprints

I don't understand why when I needed you the most you would leave me." 

The LORD replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you

During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints…..   It was then I carried you”

 

 

 

CONVERSATION UNSPOKEN

 

She reaches out in earnest plea:

"Please stay," she says," a moment here,

Please look, please talk, please stay with me,

I need your love, your smile, your cheer,

I once was busy, hurried too,

But now I've not a thing to do,

My eyes too dim, won't let me sew,

My legs too weak, won't let me go,

All gone the ones I held so dear,

 My weary heart is filled with fear." 

"I do not dread the final day --------

Death's sleep will be a welcome thing,

I will not beg on earth to stay -------

My fear is in the lingering,

My mind once sharp, my wit so bright,

Are slipping away just like my sight,

Why should you want to stay with me,

When I am chained and you are free,

God bless your hurried, busy days,

BUT let me touch you on your way.

 

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