
“You know you want to, just have a go;
You’re all alone, no one will know.
Just once won’t hurt; it’s not that bad.
See, others have done it, and they’re not sad.

“You know you want to, just have a go;
You’re all alone, no one will know.
Just once won’t hurt; it’s not that bad.
See, others have done it, and they’re not sad.

Lying in the darkness
Where dreams should overtake,
You’re thinking on life’s stresses
And worried, wide awake.

‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring—
Except for a mouse.
She had paper for wrapping
And presents knee-deep;
With so much to do
There was no time to sleep!

What do you do when hope grows old—
Like a lively fire turned tired and cold?
What do you do when milestones pass,
And life feels broken, like shattered glass?

As the world turns to darkness
And light no longer gleams,
As burning rays of hope die out
And all is lost it seems.

Real faith requires something from you;
Answer the riddle to know what to do.
It’s a phrase, can you guess it? We shall see.
First is a word that, in short, means “me”.

A look to the right, and no one,
A look to the left—the same.
Your life’s a solo journey;
Or so some seem to claim.

“Now this is living!” says the wasp, with wings outstretched in flight;
The small fig orchard, still and calm, is bathed in soft moonlight.
Against advice, given thrice, he ventured to this place;
“The old fool doesn’t know,” he mocks, in a quickened, defiant pace.
Besides, his friends were talking; and he wants to come and see—
The whispered nighttime mystery, rumored in this old tree.

The direction trees fall
Can clearly be seen—
They fall to the side
That they listfully lean.

When life throws a curve,
Like a difficult trial,
And your row to hoe
Seems like a mile;
If you’re still kind,
And still can smile—
Life will get better
After a while.