Special

Snow is falling
The day after Christmas
The fire in there is calling
But I will stay out here

We sing a song
For the day before
Most of the words are wrong
But truly we don’t care

These are very special friends
Who may not  know the day
They look to me with trusting eyes
So out here singing I will stay

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It Never Stops

Helping-Hand

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It never stops, as much as we wish, we beg

We pray, it never does

 

Feeling we can never survive

Sometimes we fall, often

Heads bow in sorrow

 

Sometimes we rise

Heads bow

 

Steps are steep

Balance is learned

Two up, one down

 

Yet here is here

How many times?

 

Slow to learn

But time means nothing

When there are no limits

 

The others lie

Follow not their flawed path

 

You are you

There is no path but this

You know, you have always, always known

 

And so you walk

Helping others along the way

 

Only a helped one can help others

 

Necessary Chaos

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This roiling mind, chasing, plotting

A spoiled child, wanting, needing

Finally, understood, clearly seeing

 

Watched in amusement, spinning

Thinking, rambling, twirling

Never leaving, and never arriving

 

But a ghost, forever pushing

Broken fingers vainly grasping

This broken toy, finally outgrowing

 

Gently, lovingly put aside knowing

So much time wasted playing

Foolish games, and no one winning