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"Another New Day"
Never look back on the past with regret
For the days that might have been,
Nor the promises made that were never kept;
And the goals you did not win.
For life cannot always be perfect
And our days don't always shine bright,
And promises are sometimes broken,
And dreams may not turn out just right.
But no time has ever been wasted
Nor did idle tears just fall
That the dear Lord was not watching
And understood it all.
For to everything there is a season,
A time to laugh and a time to cry,
And a time for us to grow.
So let the ghosts of past memories
Fade and slip away
For the promise of another season
Begins with another new day.
    -Submitted by Otis Rainwater

    "My Inspiration"
Two brown eyes and curly hair,
Turned-up nose and skin so fair,
Feet so small, teeth so bright,
Little hands so soft and white.
Could I but tell her of my love
The stars would brightly gleam above.
She's ever by my side,
My inspiration, my guide.
I can't resist her lovely charms,
It's heaven when she's in my arms.
My love is her's alone,
My inspiration, my own.
A war is on and I'm sailing
Across the deep blue sea.
I am so happy, yes I am,
For I know she's waiting for me.
The moon will glow so clear and bright,
And everything will be all right.
Our love will be so true,
No matter what will betide.
She is my inspiration;
Yes, she is my lovely bride.
    -- Thomas Howard

      "Daddy"
My Daddy is a big guy,
He's very strong and tall;
Sometimes I think he has to try,
To see me here at all.
Some people say we look alike,
But I'm not sure that's true;
He has the brownest eyes I've seen,
And mine are just as blue.
He picks me up and holds me,
Or takes me for a ride;
Sometimes we take time just to think,
As we sit side by side.
We like to toss my ball around,
Or maybe take a walk;
Sometimes my Daddy tickles me,
Sometimes we only talk.
The best times with my Daddy,
As anyone can see;
Are when we are together,
And he's spending time with me.
    -- Cindy Suddarth