John's poems of...LIFE - LIVING &LOVE...JDJ
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Its not what we have that counts, its what we give AWAY
its not so important, aloud what words that we speak and say, but most important, is silently, with all of our HEART, what we Lovingly PRAY
Its not so important, how we please OURSELF
or how we may boast and brag, about our stuff, our things, and material, WEALTH
Whats important, is how we care about ANOTHER
i will, always remember my agatha, my mom, how all of her free time, every single moment, she spent crothchetting, blankets for all OTHERS
CHRISTMAS, in JULY, , my mom she was already making crafts and blankets for those she had on her LIST
in DECEMBER, mom had a gift that they wanted and WISHED
My mom, on even the most dreary, rainy, dark and gloomy , glum, hum, dum DAY
she was still, bright as sunshine, humming along her busy WAY
I dont really recall, my mother sitting still for that very LONG
she was always working in nursing, and at home, humming ALONG
Life will not treat you so WELL
if you brag and boast and talk, and talk, about all your success stories to the world you so proudly tell, and TELL
Life will treat you WELL
when all that you own, you give it all away, for free, not even seeking profit to SELL
Some folks choose to withold their words to another when they pass them BY
They care not to even look at them in the eyes, and at least say a kind hello, or GOOD-BYE
They loose a chance of a lifetime, to connect with ANOTHER
always show great compassion, care and respect, never shun a person, walk right by them, showing neglect, treat all with great dignity, showing grace and understanding, them are the words of my AGATHA, my dear, dear, loving, MOTHER
My grand mother had a garden, it seemed as huge as a football FIELD
so many vegetables strawberries and foods it would plentifully YIELD
She didnt sell one THING
but to all of the neighbors, fresh homemade vegetables and strawberry jam, sweet corn, potatoes, apple sauce, and cabbage, radishes, lettuce, and beets and every known vegetable, she would so HAPPILY, GENEROUSLY, SHARE, with anyone and everyone, she was so happy to give away EVERYTHING
So i was TAUGHT, as a young MINNESOTA--BOY
that SHARING, and CARING for all OTHERS, will be your LIFE, LIVING, and LOVE, GREATEST--BLESSINGS--and --JOY
By john d jungers
16th of july 2016
its not so important, aloud what words that we speak and say, but most important, is silently, with all of our HEART, what we Lovingly PRAY
Its not so important, how we please OURSELF
or how we may boast and brag, about our stuff, our things, and material, WEALTH
Whats important, is how we care about ANOTHER
i will, always remember my agatha, my mom, how all of her free time, every single moment, she spent crothchetting, blankets for all OTHERS
CHRISTMAS, in JULY, , my mom she was already making crafts and blankets for those she had on her LIST
in DECEMBER, mom had a gift that they wanted and WISHED
My mom, on even the most dreary, rainy, dark and gloomy , glum, hum, dum DAY
she was still, bright as sunshine, humming along her busy WAY
I dont really recall, my mother sitting still for that very LONG
she was always working in nursing, and at home, humming ALONG
Life will not treat you so WELL
if you brag and boast and talk, and talk, about all your success stories to the world you so proudly tell, and TELL
Life will treat you WELL
when all that you own, you give it all away, for free, not even seeking profit to SELL
Some folks choose to withold their words to another when they pass them BY
They care not to even look at them in the eyes, and at least say a kind hello, or GOOD-BYE
They loose a chance of a lifetime, to connect with ANOTHER
always show great compassion, care and respect, never shun a person, walk right by them, showing neglect, treat all with great dignity, showing grace and understanding, them are the words of my AGATHA, my dear, dear, loving, MOTHER
My grand mother had a garden, it seemed as huge as a football FIELD
so many vegetables strawberries and foods it would plentifully YIELD
She didnt sell one THING
but to all of the neighbors, fresh homemade vegetables and strawberry jam, sweet corn, potatoes, apple sauce, and cabbage, radishes, lettuce, and beets and every known vegetable, she would so HAPPILY, GENEROUSLY, SHARE, with anyone and everyone, she was so happy to give away EVERYTHING
So i was TAUGHT, as a young MINNESOTA--BOY
that SHARING, and CARING for all OTHERS, will be your LIFE, LIVING, and LOVE, GREATEST--BLESSINGS--and --JOY
By john d jungers
16th of july 2016
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