It makes my heart slow
to see you suffering so.
I have traveled that road
and carried a similar load.
It makes my heart slow
to see you suffering so.
I have traveled that road
and carried a similar load.
by Marilyn D. Lee
Friendship is something that doesn’t grow overnight.
It’s something you must work on with all your might.
A friend is someone to share good and bad times with,
a person who is real and not a story or myth.
To be able to have a friend to share God with,
is the greatest treasure there is on earth or in heaven.
My friendship for you has grown seven times seven.
If you need me at any time, don’t hesitate to give me a call.
I’ll be by your side without any excuses or a stall.
Remember your friend loves you very much.
Please remember this old funny such and such.
© 2014 ck’s days
Is the art of conversation becoming lost?
I’m not talking about that tricky talent of communication. This isn’t one of those discussions to help us communicate more effectively. I’m still trying to learn that myself.
No, I’m referring to conversation. Small talk, big talk, just talk in general. Let’s put aside the common liability of modern technology. I think most of us can agree we are all doing a pretty decent job of killing the English language one text and Facebook status at a time. Or maybe it’s our competitive mindset that we have to win everything. Even a simple conversation. Whatever it is, real and true conversations are beginning to be hard to come by.
So you had a bad day
but it’s kind of hard to tell
your life is a string of bad days
nothing ever works out well.
And throwing in the towel
is something you will never do
you just keep going and trying
someday it will turn around for you.
There are those who make fun
and just don’t understand
they knock you down
instead of lending a helping hand.
As you pick yourself up from the fall
let me tell you if it helps at all –
I’m on your side.
I am on your side.
I am
on
your side.
Bad luck follows you,
it finds you day and night
and you just can’t seem
to do anything right.
No matter how hard
or how often you try
it’s not good enough
and so you’re left to cry.
You often wonder if
you’re here on your own
and no one, no no one,
wants to face this world alone.
I’m pulling for you to win
to rise above the din.
I’m on your side.
I am on your side.
I am
on
your side.
We may never meet
but believe that
even if you
can’t see that
I’m on your side.
I am on your side.
I am
on
your side.
© 2013 ck’s days

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The colors in my quilt,
Each tell a different story
of people in my life,
Who have woven a tapestry. Continue reading
Will you take care of me
when I’m old and gray –
when my get up and go
has completely gone away?
As I mentioned yesterday, an old friend of mine died last week. Shane and I met in 6th grade when his family moved in up the street. Since we lived on a boundary street we could choose the school we attended. Technically, we were rivals. At least our schools were. He rode the bus to the newer junior high. I attended the school on this side of town. The funny thing is, we were closer when we attended different schools. When it came time for us to attend the only high school in town, we drifted apart with different circles of friends.
I don’t know
what you are going through.
I won’t lie
and tell you that I do.
I can tell
the hurt is deep and true.
I won’t try
to offer a platitude.
All I ask
is to let me cry with you.

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Have I mentioned I love Thanksgiving? Perhaps you may have noticed I got a thematic week going here. It’s my ode to my most-favoriteist-need-I-say-it?the-purple-skittle-of-the-holidays. Yeah, I like Turkey Day.
Having a bad day –
feeling a little blue?
Of course we can talk –
I’m always here for you!