Upon this bench I sit and wait
And as the people pass me by,
Some of them do speak to me
Some look the other way.
There's nothing to replace,
The one we knew and loved,
But we can listen for his song of joy,
From the chimes hung up above.
When you hear the wind pass through them,
You'll hear a happy sound,
The notes will fill your heart,
And you'll know that he's around.
Life is a bridge. Cross over it but build no house on it.
when they tare i hem.
then i buy one more.
and scurry quickly out the door.
but soon this one becomes a bore.
so then i buy one more.
and accidentally leave it on the floor.
and it accidentally gets a tore.
next i buy one more and more
then i find my wallet very sore.
Nothing is so aggravating as calmness.
Romance often begins by a splashing waterfall, and ends over a leaky sink.
Each person deserves a day away in which no problems are confronted, no solutions searched
for. Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us. We need hours
of aimless wandering or spates of time sitting on park benches, observing the mysterious world of
and and the canopy of treetops.
Butterflies are self propelled flowers.
Being a girl is about letting loose and trying new things.
Wearing make-up, getting dressed up,
hair back, down, or up . . .
I am as unique on the outside, as I am on the inside.
A circle of friendship
is bound together,
by sharing good moments
and life's stormy weather.
Only your real friends will tell you when your face is dirty.
A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world.
Come sit with me
And talk awhile
I'll tell you what I miss -
Your loving eyes,
Your tender smile,
The passion in your kiss.
We've been together since way back when
Sometimes I never want to see you again
But I want you to know, after all these years
You're still the one I want whisperin' in my ear.
there are worse things than
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
Prayer is worth more than a rose
in my hand where love grows
for God and all he knows
The rose has a thorn
Don't shoot what it looks like. Shoot what it feels like. -
David Alan Harvey