If tomorrow never comes

If I knew it would be the last time that i'd see you fall asleep, I would tuck you in tighter and pray the Lord,your soul to keep. If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door, I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more. If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise, I would video tape each action and word so I could play them back day after day. If I knew it would be the last time,I could spare an extra minute or two to stop and say love you instead of assuming you would KNOW i do. If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day well i'm sure you'll have so many more,so I can let just this one slip away. For surely there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight and we always get a second chance to make everything right. There will always be another day to say our,"I love you's," and certainly there's another chance to say our."Anything i can do's?" But just in case i might be wrong,and today is all i get I'd like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget. Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,young or old alike,and today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight. So if you're waiting for tomorrow,why not do it today? For if tomorrow never comes,you'll surely regret the day, That you didn't take that extra time for a smile,a hug, or a kiss and you were to busy to grant someone,what turned out to be their one last wish. So always hold them dear.Take time to say I'm sorry, Please forgive me, Thank you,or It's okay. And if tomorrow never comes you'll have no regrets about today.  Posted by Wickedjester

While you were sleeping

When your there and I'm here, I'd wish i was there or you here to hold. I know your in bed and start thinking, How pretty you must be while your sleeping. You look peaceful while your hearts beating Never did you know that one day you'd meet someone, someone that will make you smile and laugh again and wipe away those tears. But then you asked for him to be sent by prayer. Little did you know you'd have to wait long. Cause while you were sleeping,he sent me to you My dear. Wickedjester

A Prayer Answered

Someone asked God to send them a mate, Aday,a week,and a month go by,and ya think he forgot the date. So you asked him again with your heart in mind, and you'd hope that he wouldn't waste no time. Your unhappy and lonely as he can see, then one day he brought you to me. You longed for someone to hold you,and to take away the pain. Little did you know he sent me to you on that special day. He sent you happiness and joy on that one nite,and when you held him you knew it was right. So now you say thanks for the gift you got and your heart will be happy now as it ought. You can smile and luagh again as many can see A Prayer you said that asked for me. Now I'm here to take it slow and make all your day with a smile glow. Wickedjester

I'll be there again

I'll be there again when you call on me, just look in your heart and you will see. I'll be there again to help with your sorrow, so lean on me and i'll wipe the tears away. I'll be there again when you are lonely, just call on me and i will come without a doubt. I'll be there again to give you sight, when you don't see what is right. I'll be there again to help you with your life even when things don't alway go right. I'll be there again to touch your heart, by sending my love and makin the sadness part. I'll be there again to help you not give up, for all you need to do is just look up. I'll be there again when death is at your door, to take your hand and lead you home. I'll be there again when you call on me, for I am your best friend one with out end. So when in doubt just look in your heart, and I'll be there again wickedjester

To My Infant Daughter (II) --------------- by Yvor Winters (1900-1968)

Alas,that i should be So old,and you so small You will think naught of me When your dire hours befall   Take few men to your heart! Unstable,fierce,unkind, The ways that men impart. True love is slow to find   True art is slow to grow. Like a belated friend, It comes to let one know Of what has had an end. wickedjester