Friendship

While I am sitting here in my bedroom,
Thinking about my life,
I just think it is time for me to say goodbye friends.
I'm glad you stayed until the end.
I hope that you enjoyed the times when we were friends.
Though I know I'll be back again.
Just sitting here thinking about all the things I've done.
Until we meet again, just think of me, and I'll think of you.
It was easier to say hello than to say goodbye.
Now I am leaving once again. I bid farewell to you.
I'll remember the good times we had together.
And the tears we shared when times were bad.
Because you were there when I was down.
I know that I will not ever forget
What was written and what was said,
And who was there when you weren't.
It's time to say that, that was then.
Say goodbye and ciao, my friend.
You'll always have a place in my heart.
Because people will come and they will go.
Can things change? Only God knows.
I hope that you will still be there for me.
I know I'll be there for you.
Never forget the good times we shared with each other.
I am saying farewell to all.

--Jessica Frye
(C) 11/97
19 years old
Powder Springs, TN
Frye399@aol.com

The Garden

A garden needs cared for with love.
There are different types of love.
For instance a love where you can just care about what happens to them,
Which is often mistaken for true love.
Which is a love that will last for a lifetime and it is a commitment.
Then you have the type of love for parents, family, friends,
Which is just there to care for them and be there when needed.
Be careful for what type of love you apply
It's your garden.
If it isn't right, it will die or grow bitter and full of hate.
What you sow, you will reap.

--Jessica Frye
(C) 11/97
19 years old
Powder Springs, TN
Frye399@aol.com

The Game of Life

We are but players in that glorious game of life.
The strategy if set, and we pursue toward the aim.
We move from space to space--
Answer questions as they arise--
Strive to outwit our opponents.
Self is the principal motivator.
It keeps us going--
Round and round the board.
It's the game--over and over we play.
Sometimes we appear to be winning,
Then we're losing again--
Round and round the board.
Others' strategies sometimes run us down.
Self is the principal motivator.
And, ah, the money.
Who ever gets enough?
The strategy is set, and we pursue toward the aim.
As long as we're winning, who cares about our opponents?
Round and round the board--
It's the game--over and over we play.
We must get the most for ourselves.
Our own happiness at the expense of others?
Self is the principal motivator.
As long as we're winning, who cares about our opponents?
Round and round the board--
To win--ah, we must get the best for ourselves.
Ah, yes, it's the game of life we play.
The strategy is set, and we pursue toward the aim.
We move from space to space--
Answer questions as they arise--
Strive to outwit our opponents.
Self is the principal motivator.
It keeps us going--
Round and round the board.
Round and round and . . . round . . . .
The players are gone.
The game of life has ended.
Who won? Who has won the game of life?
Truly, had you cared for these, the least of my brethren,
You would all be winners.
Were you not too caught up in the game of life?

--Anonymous

Those Clouds

Going along life's highway,
Can dreams carry you through?
The days are often cloudy,
But the sun has to shine sometime.

Those clouds have got me down again,
Making my eyes rain down tears.
Nothing seems to go my way.
Just feeling lost again.

Can't always face those clouds.
Gotta be carried through.
It's then I say a prayer
And somehow make it through.

Some day I'll overcome the clouds,
But not till life is through.
Going along life's highway,
The sun has to shine sometime.

--Jenna Greene
(C) 1985
clingtohope@yahoo.com