A Handicapped Friend
by my grandpa James D.
A handicap, is a friend who shares
Whatever comes our way
Who helps by thoughtful words and deeds
To brighten up our day
Who knows the heartaches
That lie heavy on the mind
And tries to ease the hurt of each
By being extra kind
A handicap helps to bring the sun
And take away the rain
And cheerfully convinces us
Our dreams are not in vain.
My Wife
By my grandpa James D.
Some people store up treasures of gold
But none can compare with the one that I hold
Like a beauteous gem – polished and shined
This treasure I have is one of a kind.
‘Tis my wife Lil you see,
Who puts up with me and takes care of my needs
No gem can compare with my wife, she’s of the highest degree
Cooking, sewing, mending and looking to my many needs.
So you can have your treasures of gold
I’ll be content with the patient and loving care
From this gem of a wife, who never grumbles or scolds
So God Bless her each day, as each day we share.
To My Good Friend, Dave
by my grandpa James D.
My destiny it is tonight
To sit with pensive brow
Beside my study fire
This verse I’m penning now
For each was preordained by fate
Since human life began
So are the little and the great
Linked in the life of man.
Each day I live to thank the Lord
I do the things I love
And in it find a rich reward
All price and praise above
For few may do the work they love
The fond unique employed
That fits them as a hand, a glove
And really gives them joy.
I’m just a mediocre man
Of no high-brow pretence
A comfortable life I plan
I do the things most people do
I echo what they do
And through the morning paper view
The problems of the day
I’m part of people I have known
And they are part of me
The seeds of thought that I have sown
In others minds I see
There’s some of me in all of them
And in all, there’s something of He.
Ramblings, By “Uncle Jim”
A Strange New Language
by my grandpa James D.
I stood in amazement for what did I hear
But a strange new language that was strange to my ear
It was all full of numbers and queer sounding names
A thing called C-B’r was the name of the game.
One said that the modulation was good
But it sounded like Greek from where I stood
The other one stated that the skip had died down
Could it mean that they had put a poor man in the ground?
Now he had a good carrier, was it a pigeon or car?
The breakers said they were coming in fine
Perhaps they were swimming at some other time
My head went in circles and I couldn’t quite tell
The difference between a QSL or an XYL
If only they’d show me their Spitfire set
I might understand this new language yet
But all I could do was stand back and say
Oh, Mr. C-B’r PLEASE SHOW ME THE WAY.
My Two Way Radio
by my grandpa James D.
How nice to have a radio, on a cold and blustery night
The magic of it’s static fills my heart with sweet delight
For While T.V. is O.K. and playing cards is fine
I’d sooner spend an evening on this old two way of mine.
I think of nights so long ago when I’d stay up real late
I didn’t have a radio so I heard no one go ten-eight
But things are very different now I really have a ball
Listening to my two way and waiting for a wall.
I know exactly who is home and who is out and why
The kind of rig he’s using and the kind he wouldn’t buy
I know when he is mobile, be it Jim, or Jack, or Joe
I’m up on all the going on, with my two way radio.
I know when there is trouble and I know when there is none
I wouldn’t part with this radio and miss out on all the fun.
So, when this world I leave behind and I am gone to heaven
Please bury me with my old two way, so to my friends, I can say
TEN SEVEN.
Is God Dead?
by my grandpa James D.
God is dead, some have said, this is their surmise
But when I hear this senseless jeer, I wonder if they have eyes
Have they not seen on a night serene the stars go by
And seen them shine as they keep time in their path across the sky
Do they think He could die?
And can you still say, this mere clay, could by any means outlast He?
Oh no, my friend, it would be the end
For us who are but mortals
If He causes everything to be, to end
And then passes through deaths portals.
Super sweet, love it!
Super sweet, love it!!
Yeaaaaaaaaah. ❤