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Jeca
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If you know you’re going to go far, be a car. Go with what drives you.
If you don’t have anything to say, be an echo. Only speak when spoken to.
If you’re going to stand around, be a locked file cabinet. Only share your contents with qualified staff.
If you’re not busy being useful, be your belly button--- IT doesn’t hold back when you laugh.
If you’re going to be in the bathroom a while, be a mirror. Always take time to reflect.
If the day is yours, be weather. Don’t always do what they expect.
If you’re going to be clothing, be a bra. Always be there for support.
Or help connect a thought to the real world like a good printer port.
If you’re going to be a tool, be a ladder. Reach as high as you can go, but take others up with you.
And like a telescope, know there’s a lot to look up to.
If you’re going to be at the desk, be a screen saver. Only go into sleep mode when you’re not busy.
And like satellite TV, search for a better perspective when the view gets static-y.
If you’re going to work hard, be an IBM. Be sure to crash every now and then.
And if you run into a problem, be a calculator. Don’t be afraid to X – 10. (Take ten.)
If you’re going to be an appliance, be a toaster. From the inside you’ll find your glow.
…..but if you’re going to be in front of the TV, try to be a door, and not a window!!!
Winter
Hush and howl, he comes in pieces
Dragon curls outside the door
But in his calm he hides his fierceness
He baits his bite with cold splendor
Step outside, disturb his slumber
Blight his realm and feel his wrath
He’ll catch you weak, the patient hunter
Will make you tremble at his breath.
In crystal claws the earth is crushing
The silent stillness of his spell lends
To Life and Time’s death in his hushing
No sound
Outside
All you know ends
But we who turn the heater up
And watch the world outside dissolve
Find solace in a coffee cup
And wish the storm could take it all.
Pen
Life is a story that’s written in pen;
We’ve skipped the first chapters, and don’t know the end.
No such thing as erasers for mistakes in each section
But a good many mistakes are corrected with a change in direction.
The Wolf and the Retriever
Retriever headed towards the woods
As darkness steals the day
The frost-touched grass is bending back
To see if wolf has come to play.
Wolf stands tall among the pines
Night the realm of this proud thing
Icy stare that pierces blue
A shadow slips to that unseen.
The course is set, the wolf stands bored
Retriever sets the pace
The wolf is breaking all the rules
There’s danger to this race
His teeth are close, his breath is hot
She cannot stray, but cannot fend
Too close, too close, too far, too far
This is a game she cannot win
But for a dog to run with wolves
Could never be, the foolish whelp!
The wager’s too high for she to have tried
And to lose that game is to lose herself.
Think back to the day when you were born
Past when you were two;
I bet your mom held you in her arms
I bet she smiled at you
I bet she whispered into little ears
The great things you would be
But I bet what she wanted most from you
Was to be the things YOU see
When you look inside and find what makes
You most you in your heart
Your hopes, your dreams, and what you love
And to follow your own star
While sometimes the sky is cloudy
And the moon forgets to shine
The hardest thing to remember is
Your star’s there all the time
There are others all around you
Chasing stars that are their own
They all seem to be rushing somewhere else
And it’s easy to feel alone
I hope you’ll hope some find their dreams
Sometimes some help you’ll lend
And those who wish the same for you
Are those you can call “friend”
So here’s a wish for Chelsey Gean
One I’m sure made from the start
Be sure to do what’s inside you
And be what’s in your heart.
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