Problems

Problems are here for us all,

Some stand and some may fall;

Life with it's beauty and joy sublime,

Presents us with problems of ev'ry kind;

We should remember we don't stand alone,

Working together, problems will soon be gone;

Reaching out and getting involved,

Will help many brothers their problems to solve;

Being concerned is the number one thing,

Then the problems won't seem so mean;

To worry and travel to and fro,

Will not help our problems to go;

We must stand still and think things through,

Before deciding what we'll do;

Hasty decisions sounds good and fast,

But the best solutions are those that last;

Tho' problems seem many and out of sight,

Let's stay strong and ready to fight;

No problems are greater than from the source they come,

So let's hold firm till the battles are won.

Poetry Is

Poetry is - words that flow from inside,

Where feelings are kept and memories hide;

Line after line that sometime rhyme,

Yet not so for ev'ry kind;

Points to ponder,

Reasons and wonder;

Facts to grasp,

Thoughts to last;

No matter what the taste is like,

Poetry is - for ev'ry type.

My Roots Run Deep

My Roots Run Deep

I am me, one-of-a-kind,

No one will upset me nor

Confuse my mind;

I am me, one and only

And I refuse to sit idle, to

Be sad, or to feel lonely,

What you touch and your eyes see,

Is just the outside image of me;

I am a precious evergreen, and I am standing tall,

When storms of disgust are raging

And the winds of adversity blowing,

I will gracefully lean, but I will not fall;

My roots run deep,

Knitting themselves together,

Sprouting along the way,

They're bound tighter each and ev'ry day;

There's no need to worry nor to fret,

For my roots run deep and l o n g

And I am not tired yet;

I am valuable and I have class,

I am LOVE and known to last,

There is no time for me to stop,

I'm climbing above the mountain top;

I'm smoothing ev'ry lump and ev'ry bump,

I am paving the way,

For you to walk someday.