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Lions and Ants ~ a poem by Walt Mason

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Lions and Ants

Walt Mason

Once a hunter met a lion near the hungry critter’s lair,
and the way that lion mauled him was decidedly unfair; 
but the hunter never whimpered when the surgeons, with their thread, 
sewed up forty-seven gashes in his mutilated head; 
and he showed the scars in triumph, and they gave him pleasant fame, 
and he always blessed the lion that had camped upon his frame. 
Once that hunter, absent minded, sat upon a hill of ants, 
and about a million bit him, and you should have seen him dance! 
And he used up lots of language of a deep magenta tint, 
and apostrophised the insects in a style unfit to print. 
And it’s thus with worldly troubles; when the big ones come along, 
we serenely go to meet them, feeling valiant, bold and strong, 
but the weary little worries with their poisoned stings and smarts, 
put the lid upon our courage, make us gray, and break our hearts.

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Lions and Ants ~ A Poem by Walt Mason

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Lions an Ants

Walt Mason

Once a hunter met a lion near the hungry critter’s lair,
and the way that lion mauled him was decidedly unfair;
but the hunter never whimpered when the surgeons, with their thread,
sewed up forty-seven gashes in his mutilated head;
and he showed the scars in triumph, and they gave him pleasant fame,
and he always blessed the lion that had camped upon his frame.
Once that hunter, absent minded, sat upon a hill of ants,
and about a million bit him, and you should have seen him dance!
And he used insup lots of language of a deep magenta tint,
and apostrophised the insects in a style unfit to print.
And it’s thus with worldly troubles; when the big ones come along,
we serenely go to meet them, feeling valiant, bold and strong,
but the weary little worries with their poisoned stings and smarts,
put the lid upon our courage, make us gray, and break our hearts.

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Don’t Take Your Troubles to Bed ~ A Poem by Edmund Vance Cooke

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Don’t Take Your Troubles to Bed

Edmund Vance Cooke

You may labor your fill, friend of mine, if you will;
You may worry a bit, if you must;
You may treat your affairs as a series of cares,
You may live on a scrap and a crust;
But when the day’s done, put it out of your head;
Don’t take your troubles to bed.

You may batter your way through the thick of the fray,
You may sweat, you may swear, you may grunt;
You may be a jack-fool if you must, but this rule
Should ever be kept at the front: —
Don’t fight with your pillow, but lay down your head
And kick every worriment out of the bed.

That friend or that foe (which he is, I don’t know),
Whose name we have spoken as Death,
Hovers close to your side, while you run or you ride,
And he envies the warmth of your breath;
But he turns him away, with a shake of his head,
When he finds that you don’t take your troubles to bed.

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A Windy Day and Its Lesson

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It’s windy today. I’m having a hard time keeping my ball cap on my head. I decided to take my ball cap off and walk head held high into the wind letting the wind blow through my hair. Forget the good hair day. LOL I like the feel of the wind. I picture it blowing all my cares and troubles away. I think many of our cares and worries can leave us as easily as the picture in my mind of the wind blowing them away. It depends on what I choose to focus on. If I want to clamp down on a worry,, what I’m doing is feeding the worry. In reality, a worry is something that focuses on what MIGHT happen. Not what has happened. When something happens, we can do something about it. It is time for action and not worry. See the difference? Here’s hoping the wind blows your cares and worries away.

Today’s Poem: Don’t Take Your Troubles to Bed by Edward Vance Cooke

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Don’t Take Your Troubles to Bed

Edward Vance Cooke

You may labor your fill, friend of mine, if you will;
You may worry a bit, if you must;
You may treat your affairs as a series of cares,
You may live on a scrap and a crust;
But when the day’s done, put it out of your head;
Don’t take your troubles to bed.

You may batter your way through the thick of the fray,
You may sweat, you may swear, you may grunt;
You may be a jack-fool if you must, but this rule
Should ever be kept at the front: —
Don’t fight with your pillow, but lay down your head
And kick every worriment out of the bed.

That friend or that foe (which he is, I don’t know),
Whose name we have spoken as Death,
Hovers close to your side, while you run or you ride,
And he envies the warmth of your breath;
But he turns him away, with a shake of his head,
When he finds that you don’t take your troubles to bed.

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Today’s Poem: Crosses and Troubles by William Ernest Henley

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Crosses and Troubles

William Ernest Henley

Crosses and troubles a-many have proved me.
One or two women (God bless them) have loved me.
I have worked and dreamed, and I’ve talked at will.
Of art and drink I have had my fill.
I’ve comforted here, and I succoured there.
I’ve faced my foes, and I backed my friends.
I’ve blundered, and sometimes made amends.
I’ve prayed for light, and I’ve known despair.
Now I look before, as I look behind,
Come storm, come shine, whatever befall,
With a grateful heart and a constant mind,
For the end I know is the best of all.

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Inspiring Quote of the Day ~ Today’s Hope for You

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“May your troubles be less and your blessings be more.” 

~ Irish Blessing

Photo of the Day ~ Wash Your Troubles Away

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Let go of false fears and anxieties. Let them flow over the emotional waterfall and wash away.

Think About It ~ A Good Friend is a Treasure

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There are times in life when the road seems unbearably long. These are the times when a good friend helps us to shorten the journey. A good friend helps us over troubled waters. A good friend lifts our spirits and puts a smile on our face. Here’s hoping you have many such friends in your life.

Think About It ~ The Fog Will Lift

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Have you every driven or walked through fog so thick you could barely see ten feet (3 meters) in front of you? I have, many times. I grew up fairly close to the Atlantic Ocean where, at times, the fog was thick enough to slice it with a knife. Walking is fine, but driving can be scary. Life is like that when troubles surround us and there is no apparent end in sight. In the same manner as negotiating our way through a dense fog, it is time to slow down  until the fog lifts. It will lift, it always does. Our troubles will go away, they always do. We have to have the tenacity to stay the course, move slower, be careful of our steps, and move confidently knowing our troubles will lift away and we will once again have smooth sailing.

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