61. The Middle
When choices present throughout the whole day
Enticing you to go this or that way
With convincing arguments that both sides portray;
I find answers are oft in the middle.
When choices present throughout the whole day
Enticing you to go this or that way
With convincing arguments that both sides portray;
I find answers are oft in the middle.
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Love is like a bicycle
Left out in the storm
If it's not protected
Rust begins to form
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If you're tired of doing nothing
Rubbing your eyes until they're red
Getting bored and feeling blank
With no thoughts in your head
We are never finished products,
No matter how long we live.
There's always something we can add,
Like learning to forgive.
If you foolishly spend your money,
you can always earn some more.
If you happen to melt your sundae,
Winter oh winter, how long will you stay?
Winter good old winter will you ever go away?
I liked you in the beginning and in the middle you were fine!
But, can someone pass me some crackers to go with my whine?
I know forgiveness is good for my soul and my health.
A smile on my face is definitely my personal wealth.
I've lived too long holding a grudge
And found out if I wanted it to end I had to budge,
Sometimes your best isn't enough
And happiness comes after sorrow
Life isn't always going to be rough
Yet, I can't speak for tomorrow
I sat at the bedside
of a dying man.
With tears in his eyes,
he reached for my hand.
Life is like a journey on the number 24 bus,
So welcome aboard, young one; come, sit here with the rest of us.
Let's hope you're going to be on here for more than just a while.
Look out of the window, young one, and enjoy every single mile.
Have you ever fought an ego?
It's a pretty tough thing to beat
It has no face, no head, no heart
It has no hands or feet
You can be unhappy and still be in love.
You can be in love and still walk away.
You can walk away and still feel the weight of loss.
You can feel the weight of loss and still stand tall.
The little town was the perfect little town,
Where never would you see even one little frown.
No matter where you'd go around town to stroll,
There were perfect little houses, all in a perfect row.
Famous Poem
Never trust a white man,
Never kill a Jew,
Never sign a contract,
Never rent a pew.
We sometimes complain that times are rough.
Money is tight and the going is tough.
The problem of life seems to conspire
To shake you, break you, and drag you through mire
Can a lush green forest grow
On a barren piece of land?
Or a building be constructed
On a giant heap of sand?
When you are willing
to let go of
what you are used to
and what you are
Famous Poem
You may labor your fill, friend of mine, if you will;
You may worry a bit, if you must;
You may treat your affairs as a series of cares,
You may live on a scrap and a crust;
There's a goal in mind
Of riches and fame
There's a goal in mind
Of a well-known name
I used to believe
that I had to learn
how to love myself
before I could take care