The House by the Side of the Road ~ Poem by Sam Foss

The House By The Side of The Road

Let me live in a house by the side of the road, Where the race of men go by—
The men who are good and the men who are bad, As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner’s seat, Or hurl the cynic’s ban;—
Let me live in a house by the side of the road And be a friend to man.
I see from my house by the side of the road, By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope, The men who are faint with the strife.
But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears— Both parts of an infinite plan;—
Let me live in my house by the side of the road And be a friend to man.
I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead And mountains of wearisome height;
And the road passes on through the long afternoon And stretches away to the night.
But still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice, And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road Like a man who dwells alone.
Let me live in my house by the side of the road Where the race of men go by—
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish—so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner’s seat
Or hurl the cynic’s ban?—
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
Sam Walter Foss.

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Friends of Mine ~ Poem by James Foley

Friends of Mine

Good-morning, Brother Sunshine,

Good-morning, Sister Song, I beg your humble pardon

If you’ve waited very long.

I thought I heard you rapping, To shut you out were sin,

My heart is standing open, Won’t you

walk

right in?

Good-morning, Brother Gladness, Good-morning, Sister Smile,

They told me you were coming, So I waited on a while.

I’m lonesome here without you, A weary while it’s been,

My heart is standing open, Won’t you

walk right in?

Good-morning, Brother Kindness, Good-morning, Sister Cheer,

I heard you were out calling, So I waited for you here. Some way, I keep forgetting

I have to toil or spin

When you are my companions, Won’t you

walk right in?

James W. Foley.

Today’s Quote by Carlos Castaneda

“Before you embark on it you ask the question: Does this path have a heart? If the answer is no, you will know it, and then you must choose another path.”

Carlos Castaneda

My Life Has Been the Poem ~ Poem by Henry David Thoreau

My Life Has Been the Poem

My life has been the poem I would have writ,
But I could not both live and utter it.

By: Henry David Thoreau

Almost ~ Poem by Emily Dickinson

ALMOST!

by Emily Dickinson

Within my reach!
I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered through the village,
Sauntered as soft away!
So unsuspected violets
Within the fields lie low,
Too late for striving fingers
That passed, an hour ago.

Live in Joy ~ Poem by Buddha

Let us live in joy, not hating those who hate us.
Among those who hate us, we live free of hate.
Let us live in joy,
free from disease among those who are diseased.
Among those who are diseased, let us live free of disease.
Let us live in joy, free from greed among the greedy.
Among those who are greedy, we live free of greed.
Let us live in joy, though we possess nothing.
Let us live feeding on joy, like the bright gods.

Lord Buddha

No Longer Mourn for Me ~ by Shakespeare

No Longer Mourn for Me

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.

 

By: William Shakespeare