'Twas the night before New Years
And all through the house,
Every creature was stirring
Except for the mouse.
The champagne glasses
Were filled up with care,
In hopes that the New Year
Would soon be there.
The children were scattered
All over the rooms
Hoping the New Year
Would not bring doom.
And I in my Tux
And ma in her gown
Watched on TV
What was happ'ning in town.
The inventor of it I do not know,
To him I am ever thankful though,
For without the calculator you see,
Trig. would be impossible to me.
People lie,
Saying one thing
But meaning another,
Never knowing
How much
The other persons hurts.
When will we learn
That just as their lies hurt us
Ours
Hurt them.
Fantasy.
Fabrication
Of our imagination.
Whimsical,
Exotic.
Craftily telling
Just what
We really want the world to be.
Week after week
It's all the same;
Nothing changes,
Only the faces.
But it's different.
Different faces, different girls.
Different girls, different people.
Each gives her personality to the group,
Making the group unique.
Each group does things a little different,
Thinks a little different,
Lives a little different.
Making what might become dull and boring
Interesting
Week after week.
I wish there were not a cloud in the sky.
I love the blue sky,
But I hate the clouds.
The clouds want to cover the sky
And destroy the beauty of the blue sky.
God, don't let the clouds take over the sky.
Help the blue sky to fight the clouds
And let his beauty shine through.
II
Storm clouds are filling the sky.
The blue is disappearing.
God, why won't the blue sky ask you to help
him fight the clouds in his soul?
I love him.
I don't want him to fall.
III
The sky is cloudy,
But I'm not gonna cry.
A Voice has told me
He will be blue again,
And I patiently wait.
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