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I Must Go Shopping One of these days, I must go shopping. I am completely out of generosity and I must
get some more. I also want to exchange
the self-satisfaction I picked up the other day for some real humility, which
they say wears better. I must look at
some tolerance, and the samples of kindness, one can never have too much of
that. I’ll try to match the patience I saw on a friend the other day, it looked
quite becoming on her; I think it will look equally good on me. While shopping, I’ll try on that suit of
charity on display. I must remember to
get my sense of humor mended and keep my eyes open for some inexpensive
goodness. It is surprising how quickly
one’s stock is depleted. Yes, I must go
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Out of This Life
Out of this life I shall never take Things of silver and gold that I make. All that I cherish and hoard away After I leave, on earth must stay. Though I have toiled for a painting rare To hang on my wall, I must leave it there. Though I call it mine and boast its worth I must give it all up when I quit this
earth. And I wonder often, just what shall I own In that other life, when I pass alone. What shall He find and what shall He see In the soul that answers the call for me? Shall the Great Judge lean, when my task is
through That my soul had gathered some riches, too? Or shall at the last, it be mine to find That all I had worked for, I had left
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Around The Corner Around the corner I
have a friend In this great city
that has no end, Yet the days go by
and weeks rush on, And before I know
it, a year is gone. And I never see my
old friends face, For life is a swift
and terrible race, He knows I like him
just as well, As in the days when
I rang his bell, And he rang mine. We were younger
then, And now we are
busy, tired men. Tired of playing a
foolish game, “Just to show that
I’m thinking of him.” But tomorrow comes
and tomorrow goes, And distance
between us grows and grows. Around the
corner!-yet miles away. Here’s a telegram
sir - “Jim died today.” And that’s what we
get and deserve in the end. Around the corner,
a vanished friend. ~Lucille Laduc |