Philip, James & David Todd
Parting Friendships
Who can know the distance
When we are far apart
We can’t measure it in miles
For that’s not the way to start
Its measured in the moments
When we bathe within a smile
Or the sound of someone laughter
That’s delivered with such style
It’s gauged in times of trouble
When cuddles say take care
Remember me my friend
Even when I am not there
For the distance is a time thing
In which we cannot say
When our paths will join
Now we’ve gone upon our way
In Search of a Crock of Gold
I live beneath a rainbow
That visits during rain
The colours of my being
In the sky above do frame
I have no start or ending
And seldom touch the ground
But I spread a kind of magic
Though my treasures are rarely found
I’m always here around you
In everything you view
A gift from mother nature
From her, to me, to you
A fool may think me golden
Or silver like the moon
And chase around forever
To claim my prize so true
But they have missed the answer
Which God has made so clear
A crock of gold is treasure
But life itself more dear
Leprechauns
Someone said they’d seen one
But surely that’s not true
I’ve covered the whole of Ireland
But none came into view
I’ve chased the ends of rainbows
To find their pot of gold
But now I’ve got to thinking
There’s no truth in what’s been told
Where are these little people
Just where do they reside
And why can I not find one
Do they really have to hide?
It’s not as if I’d harm them
For surely they can see
Our sizes aren’t much different
Those leprechauns and me
Thought to Ponder – Hate is like acid. It can damage the vessel in which it is stored as well as destroy the object on which it is poured. – Ann Landers
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