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Do not despair when you are young and tender –
Though pierced by thorns, confused, and by thrown stones are bruised,
The ache will pass; then comes the days of splendor.

Time serves you and the answer it will render.
Though dark now is the night, the sunrise will be bright.
Do not despair when you are young and tender –

Though it may seem that hope of joy is slender,
The aged felt that way, in some past dismal day.
The ache will pass; then comes the days of splendor.

Till weak are strong, the world attempts to hinder.
A sapling blown by wind, a mighty oak will end.
Do not despair when you are young and tender –

Now isn’t all; it preens as a pretender
It fills the present space; confronts us face to face.
But aches will pass; then comes the days of splendor.

The sullen days are few; do not surrender
The prize goes to the few who see their troubles through.
Do not despair when you are young and tender –
The ache will pass; then comes the days of splendor.


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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

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Oh could I raise the darken’d veil,
Which hides my future life from me,
Could unborn ages slowly sail,
Before my view – and could I see
My every action painted there,
To cast one look I would not dare.
There poverty and grief might stand,
And dark Despair’s corroding hand,
Would make me seek the lonely tomb
To slumber in its endless gloom.
Then let me never cast a look,
Within Fate’s fix’d mysterious book.

 

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Never the time and the place
A
nd the loved one all together!
This path – how soft to pace!
This May – what magic weather!
Where is the loved one’s face?
In a dream that loved one’s face meets mine,
But the house is narrow, the place is bleak
Where, outside, rain and wind combine
With a furtive ear, if I arrive to speak,
With a hostile eye at my flushing cheek,
With a malice that marks each word, each sign!
O enemy sly and serpentine,
Uncoil thee from the waking man!
……Do I hold the Past
……Thus firm and fast
Yet doubt if the Future hold I can?
This path so soft to pace shall lead
Through the magic of May to herself indeed!
Or narrow if needs the house must be,
Outside are the storms and strangers: we –
Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she,
– I and she!

 

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Saving Patterns

The many
Aren’t piggish, but save
Sheepishly.

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You Can Bank On It

Save, save, save!
Retiring, you’ll be
In the pink!

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Patterns – photo by Sanja Gjenero at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mgyPRDs/sheep+bank

Bank – photo by Lynne Lancaster at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/miVKMVa/Pink+Piggy+Bank

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

 

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But What?

To driver
Wife says, “Look, a sign!
Do SOMETHING!

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Indeed!

Keep chasing
The frantic deadlines
End at D E A D.

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Darkness, A Veil

Misty fog,
Disappearing tracks –
The future.

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What? – photo by Michal Zacharzewski at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nXIJTU4/Old+sign

Indeed! – photo by Steve Woods at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dzxBLe/Deadline

Darkness – photo by Johnny Berg at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mjzQdU4/Lost+track%3F

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

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To-Day

Why fear to-morrow, timid heart?
   Why tread the future’s way?
We only need to do our pat
   To-day, dear child, to-day.

The past is written!  Close the book
   On pages sad and gay;
Within the future do not look,
   But live to-day — to-day.

‘Tis this one hour that God has given;
   His Now we must obey;
And it will make our earth his heaven
   To live to-day — to-day.

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photo by Photonut at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dQMYHn/Golden+Sunrise

 

 

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(photo by Ayla87 via rgbstock.com)


What Lies Beyond

The pier’s end
Like a man’s future
Can’t be seen.

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Up And Down

A yoyo –
Worker changing old
Gas price signs.

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.
See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed:

https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.

 

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