Trying to Never look a "Gift-Horse" in the Mouth
There are ways to get by, if we'll only but try to see fortune in some of our trials, Though never around to see or hear sound, we switch on the the tears and the smiles.
Not only is this, worth a smile and a kiss, but the ones who can find their way through, can bring us less stress, keep us far from duress and keep forward the progress we knew....
A grab-bag of sorts, is the thing he purports will leave us with stark-real mess, when the reason is clear, that's when we can appear to make efforts that calm and impress...
We've looked under covers and logs for so long, that we've guided ourselves in a circle, But reviving old logs won't give way to our blogs, Until we invite our friend Erkle.
So much is laid waste, when we find we make haste, to put effort in such disarray. When all we could do, was to give a review for the lurkers who came here to stay.
Now, pride, it has fashion, but never a ration to bring us at length to our knees, but a gift from above is so rare, like a dove, that it causes relief in degrees.
So if your alone, with your head on the phone, or find yourself deep in the "fridge", Look to Heaven, Your Friend, who has indeed seen the end, and can cause counter's to build us a bridge.
Counter-acting some ills is not just done for thrills, as we imagine they could be the sign, when you re-gift, don't be swift, but just give Him a lift, and then don't from the position resign.
I've been farther down South, than I care to discuss, so let's talk about closing the gap, If you dare not to listen,
be sure to be kissin' no fools who give you a bum rap.
So let's board the train, that brings thoughts to our brain that will cause such a stir of delight, that we might regard all the tea-leaves to guard our poor tenants whose beams shine so bright.
I'll leave you with this, just a prayer and a kiss, to be offered in conjunction with will, Though the night make be young, we can still hold our tongue, until we are well-rested, yet still!
