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A One Way Track
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This train of life is on a one way track,
there’s no way to take it back.
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There are things I’ve done,
there are things I’ve not.
Today is the only day I’ve got.
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It’s the day to laugh, it’s the day to sing.
I’ll make the most of what this day may [will] bring.
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Laird Fetzer Hamblin
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Beauty Young, Beauty Old
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I love my wrinkles and my bumps.
Like counting rings, on old tree stumps,
with every line, a story’s told.
There’s beauty young, there's beauty old.
Life, is sometimes plentiful,
life, is sometimes lean.
Mostly, life, is somewhere, in between.
What matters, isn't an elegant home,
or any thing I own.
It's precious seeds of happiness, I’ve found,
and I have sown.
It's not great applause, grand acclaim, or
how long, on Earth, I live.
It's the hope I feel, and the love I give.
This life, is a moment, in a journey,
with no beginning and no end.
It’s important how, I live, each day, and if,
I am a friend.
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Laird Fetzer Hamblin
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Things I've Gathered Up
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These many things I gather up, now in piles lie,
Held in silent stillness, they await the day I die.
Where will go these treasures, I secure with all my might?
They’ll go to another with my passing in the night.
These things I now presume to be of such great worth,
will soon return again, to be the elements of Earth.
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Laird Fetzer Hamblin
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