WHAT WE GET
The early bird gets the worm,
The wise man gets the money,
Jack Frost gets the autumn leaves,
The little bee gets the honey.
The working man gets his meals (sometimes)
The doctor gets his calls
But what’s the use in worrying, friends,
The graveyard gets us all.
HIDDEN THOUGHTS
Isn’t it hard to drive back your feelings
When therein shines a smile,
For the one whom you love so dearly,
And their life could mean you worth while.
But drive it back secret love,
Into a day of darkness and rain,
You hold the wrath of deep sighing,
And to our hearts, you bring racking pain.
It hangs heavily on mind,
And its stealing what nature has given.
Oh! why does fate, with this bad omen
Hold this torturing, in which we live?
THE BEE AND THE ROSE
Good bye, honey bee, you gathered from me
Honey the whole summer long,
But autumn’s here to take me home.
Now I’ll lose the sound of your song,
But go to your nest
And dream of the past.
When winter goes by
Spring returns fast.
Then I’ll return, too,
And open my buds,
Then the loving, tender breeze,
With my fragrance will flood.
EASTER GREETING
(To my wife Ruby)
When I think of the day
That we’re to part,
It brings a deep sigh
That weakens my heart.