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Climb 'til Your Dreams Come True
Friends You & Me
One Heart
I Shall Wear Purple

Climb 'til Your Dream Comes True
by Helen Steiner Rice

Often your task will be many,
And more than you think you can do ...
Often the road will be rugged
And the hills insurmountable, too ...
But always remember, the hills ahead
Are never as steep as they seem,
And with faith in your heart, start upward
And climb 'til you reach your dream.
For nothing in life that is worthy
Is ever too hard to achieve
If you have the faith to believe ...
For faith is a force that is greater
Than knowledge or power or skill
And many defeats turn to triumph
If you trust in God's wisdom and will ...
There's nothing that God cannot do,
So start out today with Faith in your heart
And climb 'til your dream comes true.

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Beautiful young people are acts of nature,
But beautiful old people are works of art.

Friends, you and me....
you brought another friend...
and then there were 3...
we started our group...
Our circle of friends...
and like that circle...
there is no beginning or end..

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ONE HEART

Among your small possessions
In a place all by itself
Is a gift I one time gave you
One heart upon your shelf

This gift takes little space up
And it's never in the way
I'd guess you never notice it
As you go about your day

You never have to move it
It goes every where you are
Just hovers in the background
But always not too far

But if you need some comfort
When things are not quite right
Take out the heart I gave you
It'll get you through the night

No matter where life's road leads
If fortune's promise proves untrue
One thing you'll take beyond this life's

The heart I gave to you.


© William G. Carrington 7/26/1996
From the book
One Heart Beyond Tomorrow


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Learn from the mistakes of others.
You can't live long enough to make them all yourself.

I Shall Wear Purple

When I am an old woman
I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go,
and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy
and summer gloves
And satin sandals and say we've no
money for butter.
And I shall sit down on the pavement
when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and
press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and a pickle for a week.
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats
and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We will have friends to dinner and
read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too
shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old and start
to wear purple.

--Elizabeth Lucas

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