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Poetry

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The moon went down
      I am asleep.
  I talk to God and
      go to sleep
 
by Audra Lindamood, Age 6

Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis
 

After all is said and done

Many people won't have fun.

Year by year, day by day,

Others are forced to play,

This game that fate has put them in,

Racing to be among those win.

Observing others on the street

Praying that they won't have to compete.

Helping each other on this flight,

Infinite courage to win the fight

Continuing on with all our might.

 

Living in wonder as each day goes by,

Allowing hope to grow and never to die.

Trials come and trials go

Eagerly waiting for the cure to show

Relying on people to help us out

And hoping they know what it's all about.

Learning how to cope with all the changes,

 

Simply trying to rewrite life's pages

Considered as a rare and orphan disease

Lou Gerhig's makes unbelievable boundries.

Energy is lost fast and slow,

Repeated daily wherever PALS go.

Observe others and how they live,

Sharing knowledge we freely give.

Intent on living life, full and free,

Surrounded by friends and family.

John McDaniel     March 9, 2002 

 

I know a lovely lady, who is very nice indeed,

She is a child of God and tries to help when there is a need.

She knew of a family, that was going through a very hard trial,

And true to her ways, got very busy trying to make everyone smile.

She rises early in the morning to spend time upon a bended knee,

And the Lord gave her vision and told her what this family would need.

A mother needed a child with her, as her son was very ill,

A handicap room was a need that the Lord would surely fill.

No one knew how long it would take or how it would come about,

So Pat began to work by faith, giving no room for doubt.

She got to work, with a committee and they worked out a plan,

They raised money for this room, and things started now to stand.

When it seemed we had to stop or we just couldn't go on,

Then God would increase our faith and doubt would soon be gone.

People all over town pitched in to help from the footer to the shingle,

It seemed that all I ever did was walk around and mingle.

Donations poured into this room, that you see standing here,

And workers came from all around, some far and some near.

So if people say there is no God and they never look around,

Then they have never received such love that came from all over town.

So thanks goes out to all of you who gave, to Pat and the committee,

For words can't say how I feel, receiving love from so many.

John McDaniel 
 
 

Quality means a job well done,

Ultimately following the required doctrine.

Always striving to do what's right,

Laboring always, day and night.

Instilled with work ethics so true,

To working out any problem or issue.

Yearning to raise the standard of care.

 

Continuing to make others aware.

Around the city and the town,

Relaxing when a minute is found.

Extra care is what you give,

 

Nurturing others and help them to live.

Understanding that it's a hard job to do,

Rarely hearing the words, "Thank You"

So in this season of holiday giving,

I say thank you for helping the living.

Not knowing how hard ths job is to do,

Glad tiding is what I wish for you.

John McDaniel 

STEREOTYPE

AS YOU GO DOWN THE HIGHWAY AND SEE A BIKER,

EVEN A BUM OR A HITCH-HIKER,

WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU THINK ABOUT?

IF YOU SEE SOMEBODY WITH A BIG WAD OF CHEW,

OR YOU SEE SOMEONE COVERED BY A TATTOO,

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK ABOUT?

WHEN YOU SEE A PERSON THAT IS HEAVY SET,

OR YOU SEE SOMEONE THAT HAS TO BET,

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK ABOUT?

WHEN YOU SEE SOMEONE WITH CANCER FROM SMOKING TOO MUCH,

OR A PERSON WITH AIDS THAT YOU DON'T WANT TO TOUCH,

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING THAT YOU THINK ABOUT?

WHEN YOU SEE SOME KIDS THAT THINK THEY ARE COOL,

AND THEY ARE ALWAYS BAD IN SCHOOL,

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK ABOUT?

AND AS FOR THE PEOPLE WHO SEE A HURT MAN,

WHO IS DOWN ON HIS LUCK AND NEEDS A HAND,

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK ABOUT?

THEN THERE ARE THOSE WHO HAVE COMMITTED A CRIME,

AND EVEN AFTER THEY HAVE COMPLETED THEIR TIME,

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK ABOUT?

THERE ARE MANY DIFFERENT KINDS OF STEREOTYPE

ALL ARE STUPID AND FULL OF HYPE.

PEOPLE ARE PEOPLE NO MATTER WHO THEY ARE,

IF THEY WALK OR DRIVE A NICE CAR.

THERE IS A SAYING,"FOR BETTER OR WORSE",

IT COULD BE YOU THAT IS PLACED IN THE HEARSE.

JUST LIKE THE WATER THAT GOES DOWN THE DRAINPIPE,

EVERYONE WILL FIT THE STEREOTYPE !

John McDaniel 


JUST LIKE YOU

by Michelle Scott

I had everything I needed,
everything was going great.
But tragedy struck,
my help was too late.

Sometimes I wonder why,
maybe I didn't go fast enough.
But now you've left me,
and each day is rough.

You've gone to heaven,
I know you're in a better place.
But I had to cry out to GOD,
I wanted to see you face to face.

I miss all the hugs,
and the talks we had.
Just being with you,
made me so glad.

I'll make you proud,
I won't be like the rest.
I'll be an image of you,
because I love you the best.

 

Inside of Me

When I look into the mirror, I see the same eyes,
But I see an outside me that's like a disguise.
Still I cannot fight what other eyes see,
What I've always been is still inside of me.

I can't speak my thoughts, like I did before,
Though I think the same way, maybe now even more.
Nothing has changed from my point-of-view,
Even if I can't do things like I used to do.

Something wicked is defeating my age,
And I don't have the strength to express my rage.
Nevertheless, my brain is okay,
As my body gets weaker and weaker each day.

I wish you'd remember me the way that I was,
When I lived my life like everyone does.
Don't talk to me like I'm just a tot;
My body is sick. My inside is not.

I'm feeling alone here while I'm sick,
But even now I like a good flick.
Bring one by to watch it with me,
Or we could just sit and watch some tv.

Maybe you could read some Scripture aloud.
By comforting me, I know God would be proud.
I need you, Friend, though I cannot ask,
For this illness is such a challenging task.

Please rest assured, I don't have the plague.
Tell me your memories of me aren't that vague.
The outside is different; I know what you see,
But I'm still the same on the inside of me.

By pb Hill