When he can look out upon the universe, now lucid and lovely, now dark and terrible, with a sense of his own littleness in the great scheme of things, and yet have unfaltering faith and courage.

When he knows how to make friends and keep them, and above all, when he can keep friends with himself.

When he can be happy alone and high-minded amid the drudgeries of life.

When he can look into a wayside puddle and see something besides mud, and into the face of the most forlorn mortal and see something beyond sin.

When he knows how to live, how to love, how to hope, how to pray - is glad to live.. and has in his heart a bit of lifting song.

-Joseph Fort Newton-

it is perhaps because
one way or the other
we keep this distance
closeness will tug us apart
in many directions
in absolute din
how we love the same
trivial pursuits and
insignificant gewgaws
spoken or inert
claw at the same straws
pore over the same jigsaws
trying to make heads or tails
you take the edges
i take the center
keeping fancy guard
loving beyond what is there
you sling at stars
i bedeck the weeds
straining in song or
profanities towards some
fabled meeting apart
from what dreams read
and suns dismantle
we have been all the hapless
lovers in this wayward world
in almost all kinds of ways
except we never really meet
but for this kind of burning

              The  Late Show with David Letterman

                    starting Monday, December 26 on Jack TV

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I can’t remember why we fell apart
From something that was so meant to be, yeah
Forever was the promise in our hearts
Now, more and more I wonder where you are
[chorus]
Do I ever cross your mind, anytime
Do you ever wake up reaching out for me
Do I ever cross your mind anytime
I miss you
Still have your picture in a frame
Hear your footsteps down the hall
I swear I hear your voice, driving me insane
How I wish that you would call
To say
Chorus
I miss you
I miss you
(no more) loneliness and heartache
(no more) crying myself to sleep
(don’t want no more) wondering about tomorrow
Won’t you come back to me
Come back to me, oh
Chorus
Chorus
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you

"Silver gray hair neatly combed in place
There were four generations of love on her face
She was so wise, no surprise passed her eyes
She's seen it all
I was a child, oh, about three or four
All day I ask questions
At night I ask more
But whenever, she never, would ever turn me away
I'd say how can I be sure what is right or wrong
And why does what I want always take so long
Please tell me where does God live
And why won't He talk to me
I'd say Grandma what is love
Will I ever find out
Why are we so poor, what is life about
I wanna know the answers before I fall off to sleep
She saw the smile as she tucked me in
Then she pulled up that old rockin' chair once again
But tonight she was slightly, remarkably different somehow
Slowly she rocked looking half asleep
Grandma yawned as she stretched
Then she started to speak
What she told me, would mold me and hold me
Together inside
She said all the things you ask
You will know someday
But you have got to live in patient way
God put us here by fate
And by fate that means better days
She said, child we are all moons in the dark of night
Ain't no mornings gonna come till the time is right
Can't get no better days lest you make through the night
You gotta make through the night, yes you do
You can't get through no, better days
Unless you make it through the night (baby)
Oh, hoh, you will see those better days
But you gotta be patient
Be patient, oh baby, be patient
Later that year at the turn of spring
Heaven sent angels down and gave Grandma her wings
Now, she's flyin', and slidin' and glidin'
In better days
And although I'm all grown-up
I still get confused
I stumble through the dark
Getting bumped and bruised
When night gets in my way
I could still hear my Grandma say
I can hear her say..I can hear her sayin'
You can't get through no, better days
Unless you make it through the night (baby)
Oh hoh, you will see those better days
But you gotta be patient
Child, do you hear me, yeah
Well, well, well, well
You can't get to no, no better days
Unless you make it, you got to make it
You got to make it through the night
Oh Grandma, oh Grandma
Do you see me now, lady
Oh oh oh oh oh..."