palides2021
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- MidAtlantic, USA
Today was a busy day, but I paced myself. Received the paint-by-number kit of Santa Claus that I want to paint for Christmas, but the canvas came folded up, and it makes it difficult to paint on it. Will have to stretch it.
Tonight, made brownies for my son who will be visiting tomorrow. I like to give him a batch to take back to the dorm with him.
I dug up one of my older poems and copied it here, but there's a slight tint on the letters and I don't know how to remove it. Hope it's readable. It was inspired by the idea of being flexible around others who are different from us. Enjoy!
Opposites Do Attract
Doors, once open, may close on us,
And some days are better than others.
For every “No,” somewhere there is a “Yes” —
As one person may have reason to cry,
Another person finds laughter easily.
Though clouds overhead depict the rain,
A strong wind may push them away
Revealing the sun’s golden rays.
No lock, no key, but a gentle
Blowing from God brightens up our day.
Everything that goes up must come down,
Constant changing of the universe —
We must be prepared for change.
Flexible like clay, molded with
Each sigh of the wind,
Moving on like clouds in the sky,
We must be
Graceful enough to endure the rain.
P.A. 2006
Tonight, made brownies for my son who will be visiting tomorrow. I like to give him a batch to take back to the dorm with him.
I dug up one of my older poems and copied it here, but there's a slight tint on the letters and I don't know how to remove it. Hope it's readable. It was inspired by the idea of being flexible around others who are different from us. Enjoy!
Opposites Do Attract
Doors, once open, may close on us,
And some days are better than others.
For every “No,” somewhere there is a “Yes” —
As one person may have reason to cry,
Another person finds laughter easily.
Though clouds overhead depict the rain,
A strong wind may push them away
Revealing the sun’s golden rays.
No lock, no key, but a gentle
Blowing from God brightens up our day.
Everything that goes up must come down,
Constant changing of the universe —
We must be prepared for change.
Flexible like clay, molded with
Each sigh of the wind,
Moving on like clouds in the sky,
We must be
Graceful enough to endure the rain.
P.A. 2006