Life Is Like...

Life is Like….

By Larry Linville

He was the priceless philosopher.

He’d been ‘round the block many times.

The ladder of life was familiar

‘cause he’d taken so many climbs.

He had a way of making a point

by trying to turn an old phrase.

That wisdom which once was so weak

has improved with the passing of days.

“Life’s like a roll of toilet paper,”

he said as his elbow he would bend.

“It seems to keep going faster

while you’re getting closer to the end.”

When your life keeps gaining momentum

and you feel blown around by a fan

remember these great words of wisdom

each time you go sit on the can.

Give thanks that they’ve made progress

otherwise you’d be out of luck.

In the old days there was no roll

for the good old Sears and Roebuck.

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The Maple Leaf

The Maple Leaf

By Larry Linville

The flower bed was dying

beauty of the summer passed

fall was rudely rushing in

with the first cold winter blast.

A large bare spot existed

where beauty was on display

but in the very center

a maple leaf came to lay.

It displayed its bright color

like a coat that was just bought

thinking it could fill the void

of this once so pretty spot.

Did it have that spot in mind

as it departed the tree

or was it just excited

because at last it was free?

What did that flower bed think?

I wonder just what it said

when it watched that leaf settle

in its brand new winter bed.

When time comes for you to move

to a location brand new

will you bring a new beauty

that will improve the old view?

Fill your life with self-less love

helping those who are in need

by replacing ugliness

and setting all beauty free.

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Senior Citizens Trip To The Theater

Senior Citizens Trip To the Theater
By Larry Linville

Got on the bus the other day
to have a meal and see a play.
Dinner theater is its name
to a country guy this was tame.

Senior citizens on my bus
made me often want to cuss.
They moved around very slow
every place I wanted to go.

Some spoke too soft and some too loud
some strayed away from the crowd.
Some were cold and some were hot
some smelled real good and others did not.

Our arrival was very fine
except there was a long bus line
filled with seniors from miles away
all were waiting to see the play.

Stood in long lines for the food
some were polite and some were rude.
So I got to my table soon
but found I didn’t have a spoon.

When intermission time was there
everybody went from their chair
to stand in line at the rest room
but back for next act to resume.

The play was one of the best
even while we tried to digest
the meal we had eaten before
except for what was on the floor.

Now on the bus we started back
I wondered if I’d earned a plaque
because of what all I could see
of people who were just like me.

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Journey In Our Head

Journey in our Head
By Larry Linville

Let’s take a journey in our head
just relax and see where we’re led.
You’re beginning to see a lane
that has two ruts with grass between
there’s some brown but it’s mostly green.
Sweet flower smells are in the air
you can’t see them but they are there.
A choir of birds sing a soft song
to assure you that nothing’s wrong.
A soft breeze embraces your face
and tells you you’re in the right place.
Why not go and lay in the grass
and look up to watch the clouds pass?
The burdens you’ve carried all day
can follow the clouds far away.
Since you’ve had such perfect weather
you can return feeling better.
You can take trips like this each day
and see life a different way.

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October Illness

October Illness

By Larry Linville

An illness hits me every fall.

October’s when it’s beginning.

It hits me very suddenly

and last until the ninth inning.

I retired a few years ago

so I could keep that month open.

But each year I have more meetings

than I was really hopin’.

My team’s made the playoffs once more

but it will not matter again.

On days they are scheduled to play

if I watched it would be a sin.

My dilemma presents a choice

with few options from which to pick.

I know I should go to the meetings

but I can’t help it if I’m sick!

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Old Church Pews

Old Church Pews

By Larry Linville

For many years they’ve filled a church

on a long winding country road

where people sat every Sunday

as God’s special word was bestowed.

They were crudely built with lumber

members sawed at the local mill.

They had no cushions to sit on

but they were made with special skill.

Even though uncomfortable

old men could still go to sleep

while the preacher preached his sermon

and sometimes the women would weep.

They held many grieving people

while obituaries were read

to people seeking God’s comfort

as together their tears were shed.

Flowers and candles were fastened

with white ribbons at each row’s end

when young couples were married

in the presence of every friend.

Beneath each pew was dried up gum

especially where the young folks sat

in a couple of rows at the back

and laughed at a woman’s new hat.

Now they stand proudly year after year

with dust where you can write you name.

They miss those who once worshipped there

knowing they have no need of shame.

They did their task so very well

and complaining is not their style.

They treasure all their memories

and if you look you’ll see them smile.

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The Lowly Flower Pot

The Lowly Flower Pot

By Larry Linville

I’m just a plain brown flower pot

out in the sun where it’s very hot.

They filled me with lots of dark rich dirt

with nutrients to give a growth spurt.

They put in plants of different hues

some reds, greens, whites and even blues.

They watered me with tender care

for the world to see me standing there.

I stood daily before a shop

to welcome all people who would stop

to come and go through those doors

and purchase things with the stores.

Often you’d hear the people say,

“flowers are beautiful today!”

No compliments I ever got.

I’m just the lowly flower pot.

Where would those lovely flowers be

without a lovely pot like me?

It gives me extreme mental pain

so excuse me while I complain.

Most folks are like a flower pot.

They must settle for second spot

while a few whose lives are aglow

seem to always be stealing the show.

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