I Heard Someone Crying In The Night

I heard someone crying in the night.
How I had wondered of their plight.
If I'd not been so busy with my tomorrows,
Maybe I would have asked about their sorrows.

I heard someone crying in the night.
Sounded as though they'd been in a fight.
But I was too busy to offer a hand,
And wasn't quite sure if I would understand.

I heard someone crying in the night.
I'm sure by morning they will be all right.
Now I'm far too busy to stop and listen.
Doesn't matter to me what trouble they're in.

I heard someone crying in the night.
This time it's me and there's no one in sight.
Now I'm all alone with problems to share.
Is this my sad fate for failing to care?
                               - Jo Marie

Moving On...

SOMETHING TOLD THE WILD GEESE
by Rachel Field

Something told the wild geese
   It was time to go.
Though the fields lay golden
   Something whispered, - "Snow."
Leaves were green and stirring,
   Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
   Something cautioned, - "Frost."
All the sagging orchards
   Steamed with amber spice,
But each wild beast stiffened
   At remembered ice.
Something told the wild geese
   It was time to fly, -
Summer sun was on their wings,
   Winter in their cry.

No Time?

Leisure
by W.H. Davies

What is this life, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare,

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in the grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

I Hope

I HOPE
by Mildred Bowers Armstrong

I hope that I shall never tire
Of watching colors in the fire.
I hope I shall not be too old
To see the lilac-stars unfold,
Or find the pear tree wearing white
When spring is summer over-night.
When I am tired of rapture,
Let me die then.
Let me never see the frost
Or a fern again.
When songs do not delight,
When waves that lip the pier,
Or driftwood fires,
Or faces,
Are no longer dear-
Let me die quickly;
Let me not know
The eyes of friends,
Candlelight, silence, or snow.

Thought For Thursday - Blake

To see a world in a grain of sand

And a heaven in a wildflower:

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,

And eternity in an hour.

- William Blake

Friday Funny

Just a line to say I am living
     That I am not among the dead
Though I am getting more forgetful
     And more mixed up in the head!

For sometimes I cannot remember
     When I stand at the foot of the stairs
If I must go up for something
     Or I have just come down from there!

And before the fridge so often
     My poor mind is filled with doubt
Have I just put food away - or
     Have I come to take some out!

And there is time when it is dark out
     With my night cap on my head
I do not know if I am retiring
     Or just getting out of bed.

So if it's my turn to write you
     There is no need in getting sore
I think that I have written
     And do not want to be a bore!

So remember - I do love you
     And I wish that you were here
But now it's nearly mail time
     So I must say "Goodbye dear".

There I stood beside the mailbox
     With a face so very red!
Instead of mailing your letter
     I had opened it instead!!!

- Author Unknown

Friday Funny

Mirror, mirror on the wall
You're no good to me at all!
When I look into your space
And see the reflection of my face
Is that person that I see
Is that person really me?

Sure, I know it's been a while
Since I was called a juvenile
But I really feel the same
'cept I'm stiff and a little lame

Hairs turned gray, getting thin
Lots of wrinkles and a double chin.
But I'm really feeling fine,
Work at something all the time.

Still I wonder when I see
That reflection that is me,
Which one of us is really real,
The one I see or the one I feel?
    - Gertrude Young