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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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A Thing Called Hope
In all worthwhile endeavors,
No matter size or scope.
It shall either have a life,
Or die, a thing called hope.
It all depends on caring.
Those willing to take part.
Hope, to be sustained at all;
Requires a beating heart.
Each heart that God created,
Has value each in turn.
When called upon to voice it,
Don't shrink from your concern.
Its in those special moments,
When life gives you a choice;
You'll either sit in silence,
Or stand and lend your voice.
It's with the inspiration
Derived from what you do.
Others may participate
And make your dream come true.
If you need inspiration
To act on your concern,
Just take note of your children,
And how they come to learn.
They look to you for guidance,
To see what they should do.
How to be a citizen.
Concerned, what do they do?
It's now your time for choosing;
Don't sit, and cry, and mope.
It shall either have a life,
Or die, a thing called hope.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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A Wonder Such As Thee
Sometimes I sit and wonder ,
How would it really be ?
A life of never loving
A wonder such as thee .
Would life be any shorter ,
A kiss taste just as sweet ,
The summer any colder ,
The winter winds replete ?
Would music be less joyful ,
The springtime less adorned ?
Would colors fade in autumn ,
And roses be more thorned ?
Would words be less enchanting ,
From warm and gentle friends ?
And would life be less cherished
Until life's journey ends ?
All lovers grant life's pleasures ,
No matter how displayed ;
Or found to be worth knowing ,
Decline , when their loves fade .
It's well that I just wonder
And dream of what won't be .
A life of never loving
A wonder such as thee .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Acceptance Of Fate
Of all the lessons learned in life
By every creed in turn,
Acceptance is the costliest
Mankind has had to learn.
The price is often self-esteem,
And life must yield as well.
It also charges interest,
On that, I shall not dwell.
But just by way of mentioning,
Though bitter is defeat;
Recovery sure is sweeter,
The sooner it's complete.
Acceptance of each circumstance,
Is one great truth of life.
But often comes at quite a cost,
Much suffering and strife.
The hardest thing to realize,
When all is said and done;
Accepting losses in ones life,
Is one sure sign you've won.
Sometimes the greatest victory
Is learning to endure,
Defeat that seems unbearable;
When at first glance, for sure.
Acceptance of this living truth
Is not so hard to bear.
It's something man can't seem to learn
In struggles everywhere.
But here is wisdom to the wise,
Or those who wish to be;
For those who seek a happy life,
Acceptance is the key.
The costs you have to pay to bear
This single solemn truth,
Are those you need to sacrifice,
Your pride and fear, forsooth.
The choice is one each has to make.
And each is justified.
Depending on your view of life,
I'll argue for each side.
The core of this dilemma then
Is just to understand;
Depending on the choice you make,
You'll live or die as planned.
Acceptance then, includes the fate
You choose on fateful days.
To leave this world a sacrifice,
Or live in other ways.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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An Angel Flight
Not long ago I saw her ,
As in her younger days .
She sat upon the fresh green grass
As I could only gaze .
She clasped her hands together
As they rocked to and fro ,
The whitest things I ever saw;
Her angel wings , you know .
Gleaming with her smiling eyes ,
A look I so adore .
In doing so , she warmed my heart .
The way she did before .
She spoke not a single word .
Nor did I wish her to .
For she was , well , just as she was ;
The girl I'd loved so true .
Placing them upon the grass,
And patting it with care ,
Her hands sure meant for me to come
And take my place right there .
Seeing how I looked at her ,
She gave a pleasant sigh .
Then shook her head and smiled again ,
This apple of my eye .
Sitting there , she kissed my cheek
And my heart skipped a beat .
Just as it had before , when I
Had placed it at her feet .
Then she stood, and I got up
As if I had no weight .
I don't believe on earth we feel
A love so warm and great .
Slowly , as we left the ground ,
Her wings spread left and right .
I somehow threw away the fears
I always had of flight .
Firmly now , in her embrace ,
We up and flew away .
Whatever doubts or fears I had ,
Just disappeared that day .
As we drifted on the breeze
That blows through Heaven's skies;
I doubt if you have known such joy,
Or seen such through your eyes .
We flew not so far away,
But just around the bend .
I guess she knew that this was not
The day my life would end .
When she flew me back to earth ,
I guess it took awhile ;
For me to speak and voice my thanks
To her , and it , her smile .
Then it happened once again ,
The thing that angels do .
She promised to return someday ,
The day my life is through .
As she spread her wings again
And gently left in mirth ,
I wondered at this girl I'd known
And loved so much , on earth
GREENWOLFE 1962
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