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Shake A Hand! Give A Smile!

Does it hurt to say, “Good morning!”

as we move forward in our day?

Someones day is so much brighter

when we carry on this way!

Is it kind to say “Good afternoon!”

while we smile and shake a hand?

For it makes our day so much better

as we journey through this land.

And have you ever said, “Good evening!”

as the sun was going down

and wished those round’ about you

a calm rest that is deep and sound?

It’s a good thing now, to do these things.

It’s a privilege, don’t you see?

It brightens the hearts and strengthens the lives,

all while blessing you and me.

So, come shake a hand and give now a smile!

It will warm you through and through.

For it’s in blessing others that we are blessed

and I know that you know this is true!

We can end all the hatred and sadness

and watch as our world comes to Life!

No more sorrow or fear with hearts that are clear

as we live on this sphere without strife!

So come now with me as forward we go,

shaking hands, giving smiles unto Life!

 

Authored by William J. Thompson, Jr.

 

 

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Times’ Essence

What day will we die?

Who really can know?

So, while we’re still living,

Let’s give it a go.

Go talk to your neighbor,

stop by, see a friend.

Take time for your family,

that rift you can mend!

I speak from experience,

if you’ve read what’s above.

I now see how time

connects with love.

See, I had a buddy,

a good friend of mine.

He said, “Let’s get together!”

I said, “That would be fine,

Yes, we must get together,

in a few days or so.”

Well, a few days went by,

but I didn’t go.

And now it’s too late,

I realize.

A few days ago, my good friend died.

I’ve learned from this segment

of Life I’ve gone thru.

I trust that this knowledge

has been passed on to you.

What day will we die?

Who really can say?

We may have a century,

or perhaps just a day.

Our time has a value,

too precious to lose.

How will we use it?

This we must choose.

Authored by William J. Thompson, Jr.

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