Poetry and Potpourri .... November 3-4, 2003

11-03-2003 | JustAmy, St.Louie1 and Mama_Bear

[JustAmy]

Hi Spooky! Glad you stopped by today. That graphic is really sweet.

Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow. Pleasant dreams.

[JustAmy]

The Wonder of God is a beautiful poem. Thank you for posting it.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Awwww that graphic is adorable, Spooky.

Victoria is a Sagittarius with a birthday coming. *snort*

Yep, I'll be 22. ;-)

Evening all!

Too Little Time

Too little time to make amends
for things that I have done.
Too little time to do the things
I've left unsaid, undone.

I always meant to tell my friend
I felt that he was great!
Procrastination caused delay,
until it was too late.

Before I ever got the chance
to brighten up his day,
alas, it was too late for him:
My friend had passed away.

So now I try at every chance
When someone comes my way,
to beam a smile and say hello.
It might just make his day.

With every effort that I make,
I know at least I've tried.
Just helping people wear a smile
makes me feel warm inside.

-- Shelby Forrest

[JustAmy]

Beautiful poem, Victoria.
Sooooo .... when is your birthday?
I will probably type another poem by my Great Half-Aunt tonight so I can post it tomorrow.
For some reason today was kind of hectic. It was another day of post and run.

[The Mayor]

Thankyou . ; )

[JustAmy]

Two men arrive at the Pearly Gates at about the same time, both wanting to know if they will be admitted to heaven. St. Peter asks the first man his name, where he is from, and what he did in life.

The man answers that he is John Smith and that he was a taxi driver in New York City.

St. Peter looks through his book, then gives the man a luxurious silken robe and a golden staff, and bids him welcome into heaven for his eternal reward.

St. Peter then asks the second man the same questions. He replies that his name is Thomas O’Malley, and that he was a Catholic priest in Chicago. St. Peter looks in his book, then gives him a cotton robe and a wooden staff, and bids him to enter into heaven for his eternal reward.

Father O’Malley says, Wait a minute! Why did that taxi driver get a silken robe and golden staff while I, a Catholic Priest and a man of God, got a cotton robe and wooden staff?

St. Peter told him that the rewards in heaven are based on results, and while Father O’Malley preached, people slept, but while John Smith drove, people prayed!

[Victoria Delsoul]

I love your Great Aunt's poems, Amy.

Sooooo .... when is your birthday?

December 7, but don't tell anyone.

[The Mayor]

December 7, but don't tell anyone

I heard that..

[JustAmy]

"don't tell anyone"

Never!!!
I have a nephew whose birthday is December 7th. And the great-niece who I have been babysitting will be 4 on your birthday. She keeps telling me that tomorrow is her birthday. She wants us to make a birthday cake. We may be forced to make a BD cake this week and another next month.

[JustAmy]

Evening, Russ!!

[Victoria Delsoul]

LOL!

[Victoria Delsoul]

Looks like I'm in good company. ;-)

[JustAmy]

The next thread is located HERE!

[JustAmy]

Ooooops ..... thread clean-up. Ignore the previous ping. :)