Category: Friday Favorites
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Don’t Quit ~by Edgar A. Guest When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are low and the debts are highAnd you want to smile, but you have to sigh,When care is pressing you down a bit,Rest! if you must─but never quit. Life is queer,…
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“Should You Go First” offers a quiet glimpse into what authentic, enduring love looks like—love that does not cling, but steadies itself in the face of loss. Written by Albert Rowswell after the death of his wife, the poem is an act of devotion shaped by acceptance rather than fear. Its gentle sorrow is not…
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Every time I see a rainbow, I smile and recite this poem because it returns me to a moment when language first felt permanent—when words learned young took root and never quite left. If my memory serves me right, I memorized it in ninth-grade English, at an age when I didn’t yet understand everything it…
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~by Kent M. Keith People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered.Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.Be kind anyway. If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies.Succeed anyway. If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you.Be honest and frank…
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~by Elizabeth Barrett Browning~ How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of being and ideal grace.I love thee to the level of every day’sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely,…
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~by Emily Dickinson~ If I can stop one heart from breaking,I shall not live in vain;If I can ease one life the aching,Or cool one pain,Or help one fainting robinUnto his nest again,I shall not live in vain.
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~by Everett Ruess~ I have not tired of the wilderness; rather I enjoy its beauty and the vagrant life I lead, more keenly all the time. I prefer the saddle to the streetcar and star sprinkled sky to a roof, the obscure and difficult trail, leading into the unknown, to any paved highway, and the…
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~by Gwendolyn Brooks~ Abortions will not let you forget.You remember the children you got that you did not get,The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair,The singers and workers that never handled the air.You will never neglect or beatThem, or silence or buy with a sweet.You will never wind up the sucking-thumbOr…
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~by Shel Silverstein~ He rode through the woods on a big blue ox,He had fists as hard as choppin’ blocks,Five hundred pounds and nine feet tall…that’s Paul. Talk about workin’, when he swung his axeYou could hear it ring for a mile and a half.Then he’d yell “Timber!” and down she’d fall…for Paul. Talk about…
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