Cynthia Buhain-baello Poems

March head high and never bow
To all of life's mundane suffering
Know that there's always a tomorrow
Keep your Hope and go on trying.
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It brings back those great years
Sounds of 'Perfidia' on strings
Sheer magic to listening ears
A great time for sweet remembering.
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Getting shrunk like a shrinking violet
Too stiffened by a fearful Self
Lost opportunities she cannot get
She is one dusty jar on a shelf.
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On borrowed time I might stay
As multiplying aches abound
The will is there but I must say
Each day's reprieve keeps me around.
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He took my fears away
Restored my soul with peace
And each day as I pray
I give Him thanks for these.
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Still I trust the One Who holds me
In the palm of His loving Hands
The God Who gave His life for me
Gave His Word that I might understand.
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If you must run, run to Him
With loving arms He will take you
Give light to your life that's so dim
He is the God Whose Word is true.
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That old genius Mr. Einstein
Though his knowledge was immense
Did not have all the world's answers
But he had a lot of common sense.
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For knavish gain they spin
Manifold lies and stories
All borne by Greed within
Sly charlatans are these.
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