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| Positive and Inspirational Quotes Poems & Adages The Winner of the Human Race Old age, I decided, is a Gift |
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The Positive Procrastinator
by Michael Levy
Maybe I should...but it might come to naught,
I thought I would...but it was just a thought,
I was going to bring it...but it was already brought,
I nearly caught it...but it was already caught.
I might go for a walk...but it looks like rain,
I think Ill enter a contest...but it might be in vain,
Maybe I should exercise...but I don't think Ill gain,
All my hopes seem to drop...right down the drain.
I might strive for something new...but I don't think I'd please,
Oh! Why is life such a tease?
There's not much left in my tube...maybe one more squeeze,
What a shame I can't see...the wood for the trees.
I know I can do it if I want...but not just yet,
I know Ill find my opportunities ... we just have not met,
I was going to do it...but I'm scared of what he said,
I know what...I'll go back to bed.
I wonder who I am...just a mixed up man,
Id like to achieve...but I've a positive ban,
In my mind I've built up this big dam,
If only I could find the opener...Id be let out of my can.
*************o************
The Winner of the Human Race
by Michael Levy.
I open my eyes...ah! The joy of a new day,
No matter what comes along...my happiness will stay,
I take a deep breath...I'm glad I'm alive,
The rest of the day is a bonus...no matter how hard I strive.
Ill go for a walk...¦no matter what weather,
Ill walk in the fields...smell the grass and the heather,
I know I'm a winner...I see in the right vein,
To me all of life...is Joy; a gain and a gain.
My work is just a game I like to play,
I love the hunt...the chase...the fray,
I welcome the challenge...I'm a smiling gladiator,
Impossible to defeat ... a laughing mediator.
When everyone says it can't be done ... just get on with it and do it,
When things get loose...roll up your sleeves and screw it,
When things become old hat...think a new thought to renew it,
Remember!!
There are always two ways ... the hard way, or the easy way to do it.
http://www.pointoflife.com
Old age, I decided, is a Gift
I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my
body! I sometime despair over my body ... the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt.
And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror, but I don't agonize over those
things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter
belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've
become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or
for buying that silly cement gecko that Ididn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am
entitled to overeat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world
too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 a.m., and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep
over a lost love... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves
with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the bikini set.
They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten ... and I
eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken.
How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when a
beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and
compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray, and to have my youthful laughs be
forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died
before their hair could turn silver. I can say "no", and mean it. I can say "yes", and mean it.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive.
You care less about what other people think.
I don't question myself anymore.
I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old.
It has set me free.
I like the person I have become.
I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here,
I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat
dessert every single day.
Author unknown
Submitted by Keith
by Michael Levy
Maybe I should...but it might come to naught,
I thought I would...but it was just a thought,
I was going to bring it...but it was already brought,
I nearly caught it...but it was already caught.
I might go for a walk...but it looks like rain,
I think Ill enter a contest...but it might be in vain,
Maybe I should exercise...but I don't think Ill gain,
All my hopes seem to drop...right down the drain.
I might strive for something new...but I don't think I'd please,
Oh! Why is life such a tease?
There's not much left in my tube...maybe one more squeeze,
What a shame I can't see...the wood for the trees.
I know I can do it if I want...but not just yet,
I know Ill find my opportunities ... we just have not met,
I was going to do it...but I'm scared of what he said,
I know what...I'll go back to bed.
I wonder who I am...just a mixed up man,
Id like to achieve...but I've a positive ban,
In my mind I've built up this big dam,
If only I could find the opener...Id be let out of my can.
*************o************
The Winner of the Human Race
by Michael Levy.
I open my eyes...ah! The joy of a new day,
No matter what comes along...my happiness will stay,
I take a deep breath...I'm glad I'm alive,
The rest of the day is a bonus...no matter how hard I strive.
Ill go for a walk...¦no matter what weather,
Ill walk in the fields...smell the grass and the heather,
I know I'm a winner...I see in the right vein,
To me all of life...is Joy; a gain and a gain.
My work is just a game I like to play,
I love the hunt...the chase...the fray,
I welcome the challenge...I'm a smiling gladiator,
Impossible to defeat ... a laughing mediator.
When everyone says it can't be done ... just get on with it and do it,
When things get loose...roll up your sleeves and screw it,
When things become old hat...think a new thought to renew it,
Remember!!
There are always two ways ... the hard way, or the easy way to do it.
http://www.pointoflife.com
Old age, I decided, is a Gift
I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my
body! I sometime despair over my body ... the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt.
And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror, but I don't agonize over those
things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter
belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've
become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or
for buying that silly cement gecko that Ididn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am
entitled to overeat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world
too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 a.m., and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep
over a lost love... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves
with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the bikini set.
They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten ... and I
eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken.
How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when a
beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and
compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray, and to have my youthful laughs be
forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died
before their hair could turn silver. I can say "no", and mean it. I can say "yes", and mean it.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive.
You care less about what other people think.
I don't question myself anymore.
I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old.
It has set me free.
I like the person I have become.
I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here,
I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat
dessert every single day.
Author unknown
Submitted by Keith
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