Reunion
When I was twenty-three years old,
Our family seemed so large back then,
The picnics were confusing times
Though everyone was friendly.
But now I look, they're mostly gone,
Those faces are no longer there,
And time is shooting by quite fast,
Things will be getting lonely.
Vacations are defined quite well,
Life's long term goals are often not,
Who'll be there when the lights get dim
When I can barely see?
With friends not there to celebrate,
Least nowhere near to be there when,
That curtain's finally grasped and drawn,
And I'm at last set free.
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The Answer
The education of a man is far more than from schools,
his influence and power are the things that make the rules.
The wealth attained throughout his life cannot describe his worth,
the time he lives of no concern or value to this earth.
The daily actions that he takes are far from his day dreams,
he pulls so hard to keep life loose while bursting at the seams.
The contribution from his stay is just his row to hoe,
there is a purpose just for him in this life he won't know.
He'll serve his time and bring some joy to life or through his death,
and finally know what it's been for after his short last breath.
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The Perfect Time
When is the perfect time to go,
neath scorching sun or frigid snow,
while there is dew upon the grass.
When is the perfect time?
When is the perfect time to leave,
on Christmas Day or New Years Eve,
on one day in years of four.
When is the perfect time?
When is the perfect time to say
your last goodbyes on that last day,
and will you speak to those who care
When is the perfect time?
When is the perfect time to leap,
while in full stride or in your sleep,
while losing yours to save a life.
When is the perfect time?
The season won't be right to go
and Holidays just mark your leave
there's always one more phrase to say
there is no greater way to go.
There is no perfect time.
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