Poems & Selections

Not How Did He Die, But How He Did Live

Not how did he die but how did he live
Not what did he gain but what did he give
These are the units to measure the worth of a man
as a man regardless of birth
Not what was his church nor what was his creed?
But had he befriended those really in need?
Was he ever ready with words of good cheer to bring back a smile
to banish a tear?
Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say
But how many were sorry when he passed away
Loving, Kind and Giving
That’s what kind of man he was.

To the Living, I am gone, To the sorrowful, I will never return; To the angry, I was cheated. But to the happy, I am at peace. To the faithful, I have never left. Talk to me, and I will hear, your prayers, they comfort me, your laughter makes me laugh, but don’t weep for […]
by Anonymous Remembrance is a golden chain Death tries to break, but all in vain. To have, to love, and then to part Is the greatest sorrow of one’s heart. The years may wipe out many things But some they wipe out never. Like memories of those happy times When we were all together.
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple… With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. And I shall spend my pension on caviar and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired And gobble up […]
Said in the morning when rising… Christ be with me, be after me, be before me, and be at my right and left hand. May everything I do be for Christ.