Life Lessons – Page 50 – Word Smith Wisdom

“The Golden Years”

“The Golden Years”

Life is a funny twist of fate.

Your born with energy and curiosity.

Your thoughts are of love, not hate.

Things are the way they ought to be.

As you age your perception grows.

There is more than you and mom.

Life goes on and awareness grows.

Life at this age is pretty calm.

Then your life encompasses friends.

Then the world is your concern.

You wonder where it all begins.

You study, live, and you learn.

Then you join the world as an adult.

You get a job and earn a living.

You often wonder if you missed the boat.

You struggle, but, you keep on giving.

Then comes a wife and family.

More bills, more stress and responsibility.

You love them all more than candy.

The kids will climb the same hills, you see.

Finally, you reach the age to retire.

The ‘Golden Years’ have finally arrived.

Your glad to finally be out of the mire.

“It was rough but, I made it,” you cried.

You had big plans. Just needed the time.

Fishing, hunting, and ‘honey do’s.’

Being retired is not a crime.

No worries of ‘If you snooze you lose.’

But, ‘The Golden Years’ really suck.

You rarely see your friends now.

Health problems can cost the buck.

Hearing and vision fade. You have a cow.

People won’t return your E-Mail.

Even the weather seems against you.

At least your not in jail.

Could be worse. You could be sued.

‘Waiting for God’ is a better description.

For when you reach those ‘Golden Years,’

this gives others a true depiction

of the ‘Golden Years’ without the tears.—–R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Flee The Cities

Flee The Cities

As I walk through this world.

I wonder at all there is to see.

Such beauty is a real thrill.

But, the evil should not be.

There are loving people in the cities.

But, the evil & violence knows no end.

The loving folk suffer; it’s a pity.

It is much better at a country inn..

Folk there are mostly kind and loving.

A strong upbringing is sweet as honey.

Cuts down on all the fighting & shoving.

They don’t worry so much about money.

Religion often plays a major part.

The ‘Bible belt’ is named for a reason.

Keeps families together, not torn apart.

All good things come in due season.

In the forests and fields of the land

God is close in all the nature around.

From the dust of earth He formed a man.

It is good to be close to the ground.

Cement, blacktops, & buildings; not so.

The cities are lacking in this way.

Where God is scarce, evil does go.

Get out of the cities today.

Move to the country & plant a garden.

Food will become scarce before too long.

Food is a good thing with which to bargain.

Live like a king while city folk go wrong.

City folk will kill & steal for food.

When there is none to be had.

It sounds to us like it’s pretty crude.

But, when you’re starving, it is sad.

We all need guidance during this time.

The Bible is the best guide to have.

The treasures there are a real gold mine.

God’s promises are a soothing salve.

So flee the cities while you can.

Let the Holy Spirit be your guide.

God will help any woman or man.

He won’t lead you on a wild ride.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Friendship

Friendship

You came to me in the middle of the night.

Looking all distraught like you’d been in a fight.

I wondered what was going on with you.

The story you told almost seemed untrue.

You had been to see some old friends.

People you’d known since who knows when.

They treated you like they didn’t care.

They acted like you weren’t even there.

They wouldn’t say what was bothering them.

You felt like you had just lost some friends.

“What’s wrong with me?” you cried out.

“This happens a lot” you began to pout.

As I searched for a way to answer her,

I knew why they had ostracized her.

A friend is something more precious than gold.

A friendship is something that never grows old.

A friend is one you can trust with all things.

To betray that trust is a hurt that stings.

When you gossip or talk about another.

True or not, it is stuff out of the gutter.

That’s the side of you that doesn’t seem to care.

Friend or not you say more than they can bare.

The trust is destroyed. The friendship ends.

That’s one sure way to lose all of your friends.

You don’t seem to realize what you’ve done.

That type of hurt is hard to overcome.

You need to pray for forgiveness and help.

Ask the Lord to help you make your apology felt.

She turned white, then broke into tears.

I never realized I was causing such fears.

Friends afraid I would expose their deepest secrets.

Which I was doing without even any regrets.

Somehow, I have to make it right.

Let my friends know I am sorry tonight.

Their friendship is more precious than gold.

I will confess to all what I have told.

I will never gossip or betray them again.

I pray that the Lord will forgive my sin.

Give me the strength Lord to make this right.

Help me to strive with all of my might.

I will never betray the trust of my friends.

I will be faithful in this till the very end.

—————————————————–R. W. Johnson——(2011)

Building Trust

Building Trust

When I said I was going to town.

I wasn’t going to fool around.

Where do you come up with these thoughts?

I have never done it so have never been caught.

You are suspicious whenever I am out of sight.

Tell me why? What gives you the right?

Have you been cheated on in the past?

Did some guy make you feel you were last?

Well, it ain’t me babe.

No, no, no it ain’t me babe.

To quote a song way back in my past.

I would NEVER dump you on your ass.

I think we need to put truth first.

Build on it to something that’s not a curse.

Build to trust and faithfulness.

Not a smile and unfaithful kiss.

Commitment to one another.

We will love and be faithful to each other.

It’s easy to say, but harder to do.

Especially if one is suspicious like you.

Start with love for each other.

Like a marriage vow is to one another.

Commit to this till the day we die.

Come on now. Look me in the eye.

Say you will and I will to.

I will always be true to you.——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Positively Negative

Positively Negative

I am positive that you are negative.

Even though you say you are positive.

That’s negative thinking, to think you’re positive.

Positive thinking would be to accept you’re negative.

You’ll give a negative response, I’m positive.

You can never turn a negative into a positive.

Opposites attract. Of that I am positive.

Otherwise, I would try to avoid the negative.

But, negativity is positively negative.

A real turn off to someone who is positive.

So why keep trying when you are negative?

That is a mystery question, I am positive.

Maybe too many positives become a negative.

Yet, that doesn’t seem right. I am positive.

A positive attitude will build you up positively.

A negative attitude will drag you down. Positively.

In the end I am confused . Are we negative or positive?

Either way. it is one big mess,—– positively.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

The Change

The Change

When I was small I had a plan.

I would escape to Fairyland.

Get myself a bucket of fairy dust.

Then bring it back without a fuss.

Sprinkle a little here. Sprinkle a little there.

Make my wish without a care.

The fairy dust would do the trick.

Make a lollypop out of a stick.

Change whatever I wanted to.

Make a better place for me and you.

Now that I’m older I need that dust.

Things need changed. That’s a MUST!!

But, ‘change’ is now a dirty word.

Yup, it’s true. Or haven’t you heard.

A certain President is pushing for ‘change’.

To want his ‘change’ is really lame.

I’ll keep my guns, job, and money.

You can have his ‘change’ now, honey.

Only the blind and dumb couldn’t see the mess.

This wonderful ‘change’ has caused, I’d guess.

So pull your head out of the sand.

It’s time for us to make a stand.

Enough is enough is often said.

In this case there’s been too much said.

I’m not talking from the lunatic fringe.

I’m not saying ’this all depends’.

I’m saying it just may be too late.

This country will no longer be great.

Fairy dust might not even help.

They are hitting below the belt.

We need prayers, prayers, and more.

Taking the country back is a big chore.

Tighten your belt and make a stand.

With the help of God, maybe we can.

The final choice is up to you.

You’ll die if you don’t. might live if you do.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Dangerous Games

Dangerous Games.

You and me

and HIV.

Ohh, what fun

It started to be.

Now I’m scared.

What will we do?

I may die

because of you.

All was fine

till you fooled around.

See what you got

for being a clown.

We both are doomed.

We’re going to die.

Because you had to

give him a try.

He gave you

a nasty dose

of HIV.

Now, can you boast?

You’ll pay the price,

and so will I.

For your little fling

with that “other” guy.———–R. W. Johnson——(1994)

Forgetting Not To Remember

Forgetting Not To Remember

I keep forgetting not to remember

you are someone that I used to know.

I’ve done a lot since last September.

I can’t remember everywhere I go.

I’ve traveled around everywhere.

I saw the stars down in Kokomo.

I spent some time at the World’s Fair.

I even skied the Alps, —you know.

Around the world in 80 days.

Through storms and good weather.

I could hardly see for the haze.

Then, from tall mountains, see forever.

Still, I keep forgetting not to remember

you are someone that I used to know.

I had a ball on San Francisco Bay.

the Alaskan cruise was super fun.

At times it stayed light almost all day.

It was fun watching the whales run.

I enjoyed Paris, with its nighttime life.

The food was rich and delicious.

I saw the Eiffel Tower lit up at night.

The beauty answered all one’s wishes.

An African safari was really right.

The monkeys were funny throwing kisses.

But, I keep forgetting not to remember

you are someone that I used to know.

Though I have kept busy while gone.

I can’t put it out of my mind.

I remember just where we went wrong.

I have always thought that you were fine.

So much more were we than friends.

I can’t get you out of my mind.

I guess which is right depends.

Are you looking from your eyes or mine?

From my eyes we would never be apart.

From your eyes we were friends, —no more.

To accept that really ripped up my heart.

I can’t forget your goodbye kiss at the door.

So, I keep forgetting not to remember

you are someone that I used to know.

—————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Down In The Dumps

Down In The Dumps

I’ve been feeling mighty low.

I don’t have anywhere to go.

I don’t have the energy to move.

I barely have enough to fix a little food.

I just lie here on the couch.

Wondering what life’s all about.

I flip through the TV channels.

Might as well look at hard wood panels.

It is all the same to me. All as boring as it can be.

No one takes the time to stop by.

They won’t even give the phone a try.

So life drags on for another day.

I just lie here and waste away.

Did God deal me an honest hand?

Did He make me all that I am?

At least I have two arms and legs.

I can’t really be one who begs.

My eyes and ears are good too.

I’m smart enough to not be a fool.

Then why am I here wasting away?

There has got to be a better way.

Let’s look at the want ads for jobs.

Looking for work is not too odd.

There’s lots of jobs I can do.

I must clean up and interview.

A month later I was looking good.

I had a job. the money was good.

Several girls were looking my way.

What else more is there to say?

I let myself sink into a hole of self pity.

The end result was not very pretty.

I’d like to say I pulled myself out.

But, prayer did the trick to get me out.

I found out later the prayers weren’t all mine.

Now, that person is with me all the time.

If not in person, then in my thoughts.

If I lose her I will really be distraught.

Happy days are here again.

With me & God & my new friend.

————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Sometimes O.K. Hurts

Sometimes O.K. Hurts

Love can hurt, —–they say.

It can also hurt to say, o.k.

Things started out like a wild wind.

Left me hoping it would never end.

I felt I was in the eye of a hurricane.

Things would never be the same.

A wild ride through ‘Lover’s Lane.’

Love was falling, just like rain.

There were puffs of rainbow mist.

Electric shocks from just a kiss.

Star dust, fairy dust, mistletoe & hugs.

Romping through the ‘dreamland’ suds.

You and me, sailing off to eternity.

Returning each morning for our tea.

Excitement around every curve.

Making new memories, as it occurred.

It was new and different every day.

So many games. So much to play.

It was like a dreamland walk.

Until it came to the place to talk.

It ended when you went your way.

All I could do was say—– o.k.——————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)