city shopping malls. They have seen mountains that are majestic and tall; cotton, wheat, and corn sprouting up from the soil; mystic, cascading waterfalls; girls playing basketball. My eyes have seen the darkness and the light, the dim and the bright, birds taking flight, young boys flying kites, boxers fighting fights.
I thank God for my sight that feels so right that keeps my brain tight. My eyes are never surprised, because they look beyond the surface but deep inside. My eyes have seen ladybugs, grasshoppers, spiders, and dragonflies. God blessed my eyes to witness tuxedos, gowns, and bowties. My eyes have seen today’s mysteries and years ago history. My eyes, if you look closely, you can see life’s stories, highs, lows, and children grow; lives being destroyed, then taken into tow.
My happiness and joy, bad little girls and good little boys; pain and sorrow; people who were here today, then gone tomorrow. My eyes have seen many things—poor boys who turned out to be kings; the summer, autumn, winter and spring; the birds fly and sing; churches where the bells ring; birth and death, old and new, rock and roll, jazz, hip-hop, classical, and the blues too. They have seen large building tools, the first day of school, peace and war, criminals fighting and shooting it out with the law.
My eyes are the mirrors of my soul; they have seen silver, diamonds, and gold; hurricanes that left their toll; dictators taking control; twisters that were bold; and lover’s taking strolls. My eyes have seen Broadway plays, famous actors on stage, movies, live concerts, weddings and funerals, rivers and oceans, cars, ships, and airplanes…so many different things like flowers, grass and trees, the flight of the bumblebees.
They have seen love and hate, young couples on their first dates, different countries, cities, and states, people who were ignorant, shallow, but yet great. My eyes have seen and witnessed mountains, valleys, hills, and waterfalls; women wearing hats, gasoline and oil; dogs and cats. They have seen the moon, stars, and the sun; submarines, tanks, bullets and guns. My eyes have seen stars fall down from the sky; people who tell jokes and lies; people who give up on life or don’t try to touch the sky. They have gazed upon deer, groundhogs and rabbits having fun; and bears on the run; pretty girls with curls; beautiful things; war and peace; fine restaurants where people dine and eat; good, bad, happy, and sad; young boys who grew up to be dads.
My eyes provide sight for my brains; they have seen choo-choo trains. My eyes, they never lie; my eyes sometimes hurt and cry when telling someone special who died goodbye. My eyes have seen cake, cookies, and apple pies. My eyes derived from the beauty inside; but far more than anything, they have witnessed the sun set and rise. I thank God for my working beautiful eyes.
What Would You Do?
If you knew this was your last day on earth
What would you do? Who would you call?
Who would you want to see?
If you knew today was your dying day
Is there anyone you would want to say goodbye to?
If you knew the day and the hour that you’re going to meet
Your higher power,
What would you do?
Let’s live life one day at a time, and try to find
Some kind of peace of mind
And remember to be gentle and kind
To everyone we meet and to whom we speak
The strong, rich, poor and the weak
When you woke up this morning and you knew it’s your last…
The day you would pass
What would you do differently?
Life is a journey, take time to live and enjoy
If you knew today is all there is with no tomorrow
What would you think?
Would you be mad or sad; happy or glad; what about confused?
Would you go out and use drugs or get plenty of hugs;
Spend a lot of money because it’s your last day?
Would you care who you hurt or slay?
Baby comes out the womb dead
Not everyone lives to be gracious and old
Would you sell your soul?
Would you be spiteful, have sex or humiliate;
Go on a last date, point fingers at people you hate?
Would you do good or evil; would you stay home or go out;
Or go to church, no doubt?
Is there anyone you want to thank?
Or would you think of robbing a bank?
Who would you forgive, or who would you want to forgive you?
The sun rises, and the sun sets
When your sun sets, where do you go?
Do you know? Do you want people to cry when you die;
Or rejoice, be happy and laugh; and think or talk
About the beautiful moments and times, you shared in the past?
What would you say to family and friends
If you knew this were the last day and the end?
Will they celebrate your living, or dwell on your death?
How do you want to be remembered?
Where do you go when you’re laid to rest
And no longer a part of this earthly mess?
What will you do?
Where do we go?
Do you know?
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My love will always be yours as long as bears, eagles, and lobsters have claws; furniture has doors; rowboats have oars; true love is a just cause that I gladly want and beg for more. As long as people experience love, peace, and war; as long as crocodiles have jaws; as sure as lions roar; and in the ghetto most of its inhabitants are poor, my life without you would be nonexistent and a bore.
I love you to your sweet core and will always want more. There is one thing in this world that is for sure. You are the love of my life, the one that I will always adore. I want more of you than what you give, for as long as we both shall live. Let me be your bridge to joy; good times over troubled waters; and (God willing) someday we will have and produce sons and daughters. Let me share your soul so true love can take full control until we both grow tired, frail, and old. As long as the sun shines (and people drink wine), I want more of our love, joy, and time to share with you; genuine feelings of truth, happiness, and peace of mind where two people’s hearts become one and happily live together
