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Poem of the Week
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By Ralph J. Adams
DAILY GUIDE
I know I am old and in my Golden Years
Has my time on earth been in vain
Did I accomplish what a man should do
Did I follow the Golden Rule.
Many paths and journeys in my life
I had come to a fork in the road,
I had a companion to help me decide,
For God was walking by my side.
I have no regrets as you can see,
I have a lovely wife and a great family,
They helped me climb the steepest hills.
And walk that extra mile, but still,
I think that I have not completed God's will.
So today, I'll start a fresh new day,
I'll greet a fellow passer-by
With just a smile, or a wave or Hi!
Put a card in the mail to send,
To cheer an ill or shut-in friend.
So God, be my guide I pray,
To start out my new born day,
And I will walk with Pride,
As I know God will be at my side.
By Ralph J. Adams
THE OLD BED PAN
When I had my operation,
I displayed a lot of guts,
I did not mind the operation,
But the bed pan drove me nuts.
Now you think it would be easy,
Just to place the pan and go,
But when you are bassy and breezy,
You cannot container your lfow.
You try to maintain your composure,
And fake a smile on your face,
You shyly look at the nurse,
You know you are in complete disgrace.
The nurse will hand you some tissue,
For you to wipe your buns,
Now the problem is just beginning,
Now begins the contortions,
Now begins the fun.
When you lean upon your elbow,
Your leverage to seek,
The pan begins its shifiting,
And you leave a mess upon the sheet.
Now while you are in the hospital
You leave your modesty in a runt,
Because you have to let the nurse,
Clean up the mess and your butt.
I hope this poem won't discourage you in the least,
Because the food they feed you here,
Is quite gourmet, it is quite a feast.
But just remember, all the food you take within,
Has to go through your body,
And eventually go out the other end.
By Ralph J. Adams
GOLFING
When I go golfing with others
Oh!! How hard I try to hit par
While they drive a ball a distance
And my drives never go very far.
So many don't seem to enjoy the game
They call their clubs so many vile names
And on the green when they miss the hole
It's because of a little leaf on the green I am told.
When on the course just enjoy the view
Compete with yourself and not the rest of the crew
Laugh when your ball goes astray
And don't cry over every ball you lost that day.
I know what I may never be a Pro
Everyone tries to teach me everything that they know
But I may be dense and not seem to recall,
Because after I have swung,
I am still too close to the ball.
Now when the game is over
And 18 holes have been done
I can say I had a wonderful day
And I can say I had fun.
But listening to others it is quite a bore
To listen to what they should have scored.
And looking at their score is a joke,
Because I know they didn't count every stroke.
I am not complaining as I enjoy this game
I just go along with others and listen to them complain
The probably love the game just as much as me
But they should put a smile on their face
And enjoy the game just like me.
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