Placebo Health Care!

Placebo Health Care!
By Ollie Owl

The Physician has a diploma,
To show to the fool;
One that he got,
From an "Online" school;

Granny was in an accident,
The government said, "What the Heck";
Give her a couple of placebos,
To mend her broken neck;

(Chorus)

The government loves,
Placebos, Placebos,
The government loves,
Placebo Meds;
The government loves,
Placebos, Placebos,
The government loves,
Placebo Meds;

The old man was starving,
Sick and lying in bed;
In need of an emergency operation,
or he would be dead;

He went to a doctor,
Before it was too late,
The doctor informed him,
There was a three year wait;

(Chorus)

The government loves,
Placebos, Placebos,
The government loves,
Placebo Meds;
The government loves,
Placebos, Placebos,
The government loves,
Placebo Meds;

Scheduled an appointment a year ago,
With a Medical Assistant named Bee;
It was rescheduled for another year,
With a Medical Assistant named Cee;

I have Health Insurance,
The premiums once were low;
The costs have tripled,
Now that the government is running the show;

(Chorus)

The government loves,
Placebos, Placebos,
The government loves,
Placebo Meds;
The government loves,
Placebos, Placebos,
The government loves,
Placebo Meds;

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Thought-A-Lyzing in Swampyville

Any Politician caught using Common Sense will
be banished from their Party!

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A Swampyville Story; "The Hunt"

The Hunt
by L. Don Oliver

My abduction from reality,
By an unforeseen force;
Abhorrent desires instilled,
Upon my selfish course;

Tracking unsuspecting prey,
Pursuing through its domain;
Eventing upon its misery,
With eternal sleep via pain;

Desirous of a trophy prize,
Reluctance to devour at all;
Extolling that creatures head,
When mounted upon my wall;

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Placebo Health Care!

Swampyville Rhymes for the Older Animals!

Placebo Health Care!
By Ollie Owl

The Physician has a deploma,
To show to the fool;
One that he got,
From an "Online" school;

Granny was in an accident,
The government said, "What the Heck";
Give her a couple of placebos,
To ease her broken neck;

(Chorus)

The government loves,
Placebos, Placebos,
The government loves,
Placebo Meds;
The government loves,
Placebos, Placebos,
The government loves,
Placebo Meds;

The old man was starving,
Sick and lying in bed;
In need of an emergency operation,
or he would be dead;

He went to a Physician,
Before it was too late,
The government informed him,
There was a three year wait;

(Chorus)

The government loves,
Placebos, Placebos,
The government loves,
Placebo Meds;
The government loves,
Placebos, Placebos,
The government loves,
Placebo Meds;

Schedule an appointment a year ago,
With a Pysician Assistant named Bee;
It was rescheduled for another year,
With a Physicans Assistant named Cee;

I have Health Insurance,
The premiums once were low;
The costs have tripled,
Now the government is running the show;

(Chorus)

The government loves,
Placebos, Placebos,
The government loves,
Placebo Meds;
The government loves,
Placebos, Placebos,
The government loves,
Placebo Meds;

The Harvest!

The Harvest!
By L. Don Oliver

Complacency was the seed of fools,
of those who now dwell in despair;
Planted seeds that justify the ends,
by those who do not really care;

It began with the European Union,
it's the North American Union today,
Tomorrow it will be the Asian Rim,
the globalists will have their way;

Nations without National Sovereignty,
open borders that are destined to be;
Globilazation the new one world order,
that is all that we shall see;

Nations that do not go along,
those nations that desist;
Will be replace by those,
who dare not to resist;

Liberal, moderate, conservative,
first, middle, and the last;
Matters not to the manipulators,
for the die has been cast;

The go along to get along crowd,
they will always do their part;
To continue in their complacency,
having maintained it from the start;

Through their slight of hand tricks,
the Manipulators know what they're doing;
Giving all of the American People,
a good old (The New Royalty) screwing;

The Manipulators really care not,
about any plausible explanation;
As to Why the rest of the world,
will toil on their Global Plantation;

You're the Poet; "Sunset of Our Being"

You're the Poet!

Fill in the below blanks with the following words or
use your own.

Care, goodbye, high, hue, I, nigh, share, true.

Sunset of Our Being!
By L. Don Oliver

The Sunset of Our Being,
It is nearly at it's ____;
The memories from yesterday,
Is tomorrow's sad _______;

Dreams dared to be dreamed,
Alas, will never come ____;
Those dreams have been destroyed,
By the avarice's cunning ___;

When twilight meets the night,
The dreams we use to _____;
They will all become passe,
For those who didn't ____;

That day will eventually dawn,
The Sunset of Our Being is ____;
When it will be too late to say,
Where, Oh! Where, was _;

Previous Poem.

Door of Regret,
by L. Don Oliver

There came a knocking upon my door,
One late and dreary night;
Should I open it or not,
That was my perilous plight;

Bang! Bang! Bang! the door shook,
Rattling upon its rusty wear;
Terror gripped my trembling soul,
Wishing it would depart from here;

Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!,
Louder and louder it came;
Please! Please! Please! go away,
Never again to whisper my name;

Hiding in the corner of a room,
Time winding down the clock;
Perhaps I will open the door someday,
When opportunity returns to knock;

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Swam,pyville Nursery Rhyme! "Hey! Hey! Congress"

Hey! Hey! Congress!
By Ollie Owl

Hey! Hey! Congress,
Have you any honey;
Yes Sir!, Yes Sir!,
Three bags of money;

One for our Masters*,
One for special interests too,
As for the Third,
We don't care who;

*They are not the People!

Swampyville Nursery Rhymes for the Older Animals: "This is the House that the People Built"

"A HOUSE (BOTH PARTIES) UNITED AGAINST THE PEOPLE
CAN NOT STAND"!

This is the House
That the People Built!
By Ollie Owl

This is the House,
that the People Built;

This is the Fat,
that lay in the House,
that the People Built;

These are the Rats,
that ate the Fat,
that lay in the House,
that the People Built;

These are the Bats,
that infected the Rats,
that ate the Fat,
that lay in the House,
that the People Built;

These are the Cats,
That paid the Bats,
that infected the Rats,
that ate the Fat,
who destroyed the House
that the People Built;

Swampyville Bulletin Board!

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Swampyville Nursery Rhymes for the Older Animals;

Instead of trimming the NATIONAL TREE to allow it to
grow, the politicians and their backers are purchasing
more chain saws (Laws) to cut it down!

Do you know the Tax Liquidators?
By Ollie Owl

Do you Know the Prestidigitator Person,
the Prestidigitator Person, the Prestidigitator Person;
Do you know the Prestidigitator Person,
who performs in Washington, D.C.;

Oh! how well we know the Prestidigitator Person,
the Prestidigitator Person, the Prestidigitator Person;
Oh! how well we know the Prestidigitator Person.
who performs in Washington, D.C.;

Do you know the con artists,
the con artists, the con artists,
Do you know the con artists,
who con in the People's Buildings;

Oh! how well we know the con artists,
the con artists, the con artists;
Oh! how well we know the con artists,
who con in the People's Buildings;

Do You Know what happens to your money,
to your money, to your money;
Do you know what happens to your money,
that you contribute to the government;

Oh! how well we know what happens to our money,
to our money, to our money,
Oh! how well we know what happens to our money,
The government spends it and then wants more;

American Revolutionary Heroines;

Eleven score and fourteen years ago our forefathers brought
forth to this continent a new nation; but, without the
assistance of many women it may never have became a new
nation. Thank You Ladies for your service of, by, and for
the people

Molly Pitcher;

Molly Pitcher was a nickname given to a woman said to have
fought in the American Revolutionary War. Since various
Molly Pitcher tales grew in the telling, many historians
regard Molly Pitcher as folklore, rather than history,
or suggest that Molly Pitcher may be a composite image
inspired by the actions of a number of real women. The
name itself may have originated as a nickname given to
women who carried water to men on the battlefield during
the war.

The deeds in the story of Molly Pitcher are generally
attributed to Mary Ludwig Hays McCauley, wife of John
Hays. Molly was a common nickname for women named Mary
in the Revolutionary time period. Biographical information
about her has been gathered by descendent-historians,
including her cultural heritage, given name, probable
year of birth, marriages, progeny, census and tax records,
etc., suggesting a reasonably reliable account of her life.

It is said that she was born to a German family in
Pennsylvania. Around 1778, Mary was working in a house with
her best friend whose husband was also in the war. She knew
her husband was going to Monmouth and she heard from German
soldiers about the British. She went to her husband in New
Jersey from Carlisle. At the Battle of Monmouth she attended
to the Revolutionary soldiers by giving them water. She got
the name Molly Pitcher when the soldiers said, "Molly, Pitcher".
Hays took her husband's place at his cannon when he fell wounded.
After the battle, General George Washington issued her a warrant
as a non commissioned officer, and she was thereafter known by
the nickname "Sergeant Molly". The similarity of the story of
the cannon to that of another Revolutionary wife has suggested
to some that these details may have been borrowed from the actions
of a leading candidate for another Molly Pitcher, Margaret Corbin;
it is also possible that both accounts could be historically correct.

Mary's husband, John Hays, was killed in front of her at the battle
of Monmouth in June of 1778.

On February 21, 1822, the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania awarded her
an annual pension of $40 for her heroism. She died January 22, 1832,
in Carlisle, Pennsylvania, at the age of 87.
(Wikipedia)

Mammy Kate:

Mammy Kate was a house slave who belonged to future Governor
Stephen Heard (1740–1815) of Georgia. She lived in what was
then Wilkes County, Georgia, now Elbert County, Georgia.

In an 1820 letter she was said to be the "biggest and tallest"
black woman the writer had ever seen and had "proven
to be a strong, a kindly, a never failing friend to Colonel
Heard and his family." Of pure African descent.

Heard suffered a great deal at the hands of the Tories. They
forced his wife out into a snow storm, and she and their young,
adopted daughter died from exposure. Then he was captured by the
British and sentenced to death.

Ostensibly to care for his needs, Kate followed him to his prison.
One morning she presented herself with a large covered basket on
her head. She told the sentry on duty that she was there to pick up
Colonel Heard's soiled linen and was admitted to his cell. There
she put Heard, who was a small man, in the basket and calmly
sauntered pass the guard with him in the basket balanced on her head.

The previous night she had secreted two of Heard's fine Arabian
horses--Lightfoot and Silverheels--on the outskirts of Augusta,
where he was imprisoned. She carried Heard to where she had hidden
the horses, and she and Heard rode away. It is said that on the
ride he offered to set her free, but she responded by telling
him that he could set her free, but she was never going to set
him free.

He gave her freedom and a deed to a small tract of land and a
four-roomed house, but she continued to serve the Heard family
turning over on her death bed her children to his family.
(Wikipedia)


Laodicea Langston, also known as Dicey Langston, was born a
patriot and grew up on a farm in South Carolina that was
concentrated with loyalists. A lot of these loyalists were
her friends and family. She acted as a spy for the patriots
at the time of the American Revolution with all her friends
and family being loyalists, it was really easy for her to find
out what the loyalists were planning to do next. One time she
overheard her loyalist neighbors planning an attack on a couple
of patriots, she was able to get in contact with those people
and warn them about them being attacked.

When Dicey got older she married Thomas Springfield after the war
and together they had a total of 22 kids. Dicey and Thomas moved
into the Greenville district of South Carolina. Dicey lived there
for the rest of her life and died near Enoree Church.

Dicey stood for freedom and what she did really helped the Patriots.
Whenever she found out information about what the loyalists were
going to do she'd ride her horse to wherever she needed to go
warn the people that were to be affected. She died after the war,
at age 71, in her home in South Carolina.
(Wikipedia)


Margaret Corbin:

Margaret Corbin (November 12, 1751 – January 16, 1800) was a
woman who fought in the American Revolutionary War. On
November 16, 1776 she and her husband, John Corbin, both from
Philadelphia, along with some 600 American soldiers, were
defending Fort Washington in northern Manhattan from 4,000
attacking Hessian troops under British command. John and
Margaret crewed one of two cannons the defenders possessed.
After her husband was killed, Margaret took over firing his
cannon until she was seriously wounded. Three years later,
she became the first woman in the United States to receive
a pension from Congress.

Margaret Corbin was born in West Pennsylvania on November 12,
1751 in what is now Franklin County. Her father was Robert
Cochran, a Scottish-Irish pioneer. In 1756, when she was
five years old, Margaret’s parents were attacked by Native
Americans. Her mother was kidnapped and her father was killed.
At the time, Margaret and her brother John were not at home,
and so escaped the raid. Margaret lived with her uncle for
the rest of her childhood.

In 1772, at the age of 21, Margaret married a Virginia farmer
named John Corbin.

When the war began, John enlisted in the First Company of
Pennsylvania Artillery as a matross, someone who worked with
loading and firing the cannons. As was common at the time for
wives of soldiers, Margaret became a camp follower, accompanying
John during his enlistment. She joined many other women in
cooking, washing, and caring for the wounded soldiers.

On November 16, 1776, Fort Washington, where John's company
was stationed, was attacked by the British. John, an
artilleryman, was in charge of firing a small cannon atop
a ridge, today known as Fort Tryon. During an assault by
the Hessians, John was killed, leaving his cannon unmanned.
Margaret had been with her husband on the battlefield the
entire time, and, after witnessing his death, she immediately
took his place at the cannon. She fired away until her arm,
chest, and jaw were hit by enemy fire. The British ultimately
won the Battle of Fort Washington, resulting in the surrender
of Margaret and her comrades. As the equivalent of a wounded
soldier, Margaret was released by the British on parole.

After the battle, Margaret went to Philadelphia, completely
disabled from her wound, and would never fully heal. Life was
difficult for her because of her injury, and in 1779 she
received aid from the government. On June 29, the Executive
Council of Pennsylvania granted her $30 to cover her present
needs, and passed her case on to Congress’s Board of War. On
July 6, 1779, the Board, sympathetic to Margaret’s injuries
and impressed with her service and bravery, granted her half
the monthly pay of a soldier in the Continental Army and a new
set of clothes or its equivalent in cash. With this act,
Congress made Margaret the first woman in the United States
to receive a pension from Congress.

After Congress’s decision, Margaret was included on military
rolls until the end of the war. She was enrolled in the Corps
of Invalids, created by Congress for wounded soldiers. In 1781,
the Corps of Invalids became part of the garrison at West Point,
New York. She was discharged from the Continental Army in 1783.
(Wikipedia)

A Swampyville Story! "A Special Day"

A Special Day,
By L. Don Oliver

Fishing upon the bank,
Of a lazy flowing stream;
No thoughts of tomorrow,
Relaxing within my dream;

An old cracked cane pole,
Resting gently upon my knee;
Thoughts of the now,
Lost in my reverie;

The ripple upon the stream.
There by a gentle breeze;
Sun dancing upon the water,
The moments mine to seize;

Sounds of a singing wren,
Bass splashing with delight;
A solitary soaring eagle,
Upon it's effortless flight;

A greenish blue crab,
Drifting with the tide;
A turtle upon a fallen tree,
It's there it will abide;

A fish beneath the water,
Swimming swiftly upon it's way;
Saying to no one in particular,
You'll not catch me today;

Time passes, oh! so quickly,
In life it will never wait;
Guess its time to go,
For I forgot the bait;

The descending sun is yawning,
The moon soon will be high;
Time to gather up my things,
And tell my friends goodbye;

Swampyville Nursery Rhymes for the Older Folks; "Ten Solvent Tax Payers"

Ten Solvent Tax Payers!
By Ollie Owl

One solvent, two solvent, three solvent tax payers,
Four solvent, five solvent, six solvent tax payers,
Seven solvent, eight solvent, nine solvent tax payers,
Ten solvent tax payers to play;

After the loss of jobs moving overseas:
(No hanky panky going on here?)

Ten broke, Nine broke, eight broke tax payers,
Seven broke, six broke, five broke tax payers,
Four broke, three broke, two broke tax payer,
Not even one solvent tax payer left to play;

You're the Poet; "Bartering"

You're The Poet!

Fill in the below blanks with the following words
or use you're own words.

Away, be, Close, goes, me, play, pose, pose, propose,
rose, rose, rose, rose, rose, see, see, suppose,
suppose.

Bartering!
By L. Don Oliver

Give me a ____,
I'll show you a ____,
That no one else will ___;
Not to give me a ____,
Then I will _______,
That it wasn't meant for __;
I'll give you a ____,
If you show me a ____,
That only I will ___;
Not to give you a ____,
Then you can _______,
That we were not meant to __;
Some use it I _______,
At each day's _____,
As a reason to ____;
Rose, Rose, ____,
That's how it ____,
Bartering pride ____;

Previous poem!

Path to Destruction.
By L. Don Oliver

On a path of least resistance,
No matter where it may lead;
Aware of only the moment,
Never caring what I would seed;

Life was in the fast lane,
Spiraling out of my contain;
Easier to fault everyone else,
Never to accept any blame;

Of those who really cared,
Mattered not much to me;
A one way path to destruction,
Is where I chose to be;

I have kissed the devil,
Experienced the false desire;
Dwelt in the canyons of hell,
Consumed by the raging fire;

No thought of pain caused,
Dismissed the wise man's cry;
Doomed to eternal solitude,
Questioning the reason why;

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A Swampville Story; "The Condominium"

The Condominium!
By L. Don Oliver

It's a very magnificent tree,
it's crest is very high;
It's branches reaching out,
they nearly touch the sky;

An old hooting owl,
sitting upon a limb;
Winking one of his eyes,
nothing ever seems to bother him;

A raucous playful squirrel,
romping up in the tree;
Leaping from limb to limb,
"Hey everybody, look at me";

Ravenous, impatient baby birds,
chirping with great zest;
Echoing for mom and dad,
to return to the nest;

It's low lush green foliage,
being nibbled by a deer;
Who's ears are raised,
but it hears no fear;

A gentle breeze is blowing,
caressing the tender leaves;
And so grows the wonder,
that Mother Nature weaves;

There comes an uncaring man,
displaying a scowling frown;
With a roaring chain saw,
he cuts the Condominium down;

Swampville Nursery Rhymes! "The Political Piggies"

The Political Piggies!
By Ollie Owl

This Political Piggy went to Paris,
This Political Piggy went to Rome;
This Political Piggy went to Hawaii,
This Political Piggy bought a l0 million dollar home;

And the rest of the Political Piggies,
While the peoples stock shrank;
They went, "Me" "Me" "Me",
All the way to the bank;

Swampville Nursery Rhymes! "The People's Roast"

The People's Roast!
By Ollie Owl

The Republicans stole all the silverware,
Then the Democrats played their scene;
And between the two of them,
They licked the platter clean;

Swampland Nursery Rhymes; "The people's Roast"

The People's Roast!
By Ollie Owl

The Republicans stole all the silverware,
Then the Democrats played their scene;
And between the two of them,
They licked the platter clean;

Swampville Nursery Rhymes! "Pop! goes the People"

Pop! Goes the People!
By Ollie Owl

All around the tax bush,
The politicians propagandize the people;
The politicians got what they planned for,
Pop! goes the People;

Matters not who's elected,
The citizens still remain feeble,
When it seems there is a little hope,
Pop! goes the People;

Close down all the shops,
So none can be a keeple;
Send them all overseas,
Pop! goes the People;

Several trillion for the Big Boys,
Ten billion for a steeple;
That's where the money goes,
Pop! goes the People;

You're The Poet; "Choices"

You're the Poet

Fill in the below blanks with the following words
or use your own.

Bind, dream, hide, mind, pride, right, scheme.

Choices!
By L. Don Oliver


It came upon me clearly,
remembrance of that _____;
Misery for the ones I love,
my choice of wrong or _____;

Perhaps it was my ego,
maybe it was my _____;
A decision made in haste,
that I could not ____;

Chains wrapped in selfishness,
are the ties that ____;
Circling they enclosed me,
within my shallow ____;

Iron bars will a prison make,
for those who choose to ______;
Self constructed by a fool,
who never dared to _____;

Last weeks Poem.

If I had my Way!
By L. Don Oliver
If I had my Way,
I wouldn't live just for today ,
And let Life pass me by;
But I can't have my way,
That is what they say,
That I must live a lie;
All the things I am not,
Of most I have forgot,
Some I refuse to remember;
Things that I've never had,
Many of which I am glad,
Now I wait for December;

Swampyville Nursery Rhymes; "Pop! goes the people"

Pop! Goes the People!
By Ollie Owl

All around the tax bush,
The politicians propagandize the people;
The politicians got what they planned for,
Pop! goes the People;

Matters not who's elected,
The citizens still remain feeble,
When it seems there is a little hope,
Pop! goes the People;

Close down all the shops,
So none can be a keeple;
Send them all overseas,
Pop! goes the People;

Several trillion for the Big Boys,
Ten billion for a steeple;
That's where the money goes,
Pop! goes the People;

Swampyville Nursery Rhymes; "Henry went a courting"

Henry went a courting!
By Ollie Owl

Henry went a courting he did ride,
Uh huh, uh huh,
Henry went a courting he did ride,
Health care and Stimulus by his side,
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh,

He rode up to a voter's door,
Uh huh, Uh huh,
He rode up to a voter's door,
A place he'd been several times before,
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh,

He sat the voter upon his knee,
Uh huh, Uh huh,
He sat the voter upon his knee,
And said to the voter please vote for me,
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh;

Where will your political funeral be,
Uh huh, uh huh,
Where will your political funeral be,
Way down yonder under the progressive tree,
uh huh, uh huh, uh huh;

Swampyville Nursery Rhymes; "Chancy had a Scam"

Chancy Had a little scam!
By Ollie Owl

Chancy had a little scam,
little scam, little scam;
Chancy had a little scam,
He claimed was pure as snow;

Everywhere that Chancy went,
Chancy went, Chancy went,
everywhere that Chancy went,
His scam was sure to go;

It went with him to Congress one day,
Congress one day, Congress one day;
it went with him to Congress one day,
which wasn't against their "Changed" rules;

It made the Congress laugh and play,
laugh and play, laugh and play;
it made the Congress laugh and play,
Knowing they had scammed the fools;

Our little red headed step young-un!

Our little red headed step young-un!

Seeing our little red headed step young-un alight
on a tree where the bird feeder hung, I watched it
perch there for a few moments and then hop onto
the bird feeder, chasing away the migrants feeding there.
After filling it's beak, it hopped back onto the tree and
then proceeded up the tree to where it had previously pecked
a hole for the tree sap. It loaded the hole with bird seed
and returned to the feeder several times before it flew away.
Our little red headed step young-un had learned a valuable
lesson in life, to always save for a rainy day! Unfortunately,
a government of squirrels descended and wiped out our
little red headed step young-un's savings account! That
was a valued life lesson also! Of course, there are those
who will say that's what he deserves for not allowing the
transits (migrating birds) to share in what he had claimed
as his! The problem was, that the government of squirrels
ate most of the contents of the bird feeder and kept our
little red headed step young-uns stash for themselves
and never returned it to the bird feeder!

Going Home!

Going Home!
By L. Don Oliver

The mansion stood upon a hill,
beside a spreading oak tree;
A place never to visit,
a place to never see,

The cool spring where she waded,
at the bottom of the hill;
A drinking gourd upon a nail,
for the thirsty toilers to fill;

Watermelons placed in the stream,
where the cool, cool waters play;
A reward for the tired workers,
at the end of the torrid day;

She can see her Father chopping wood,
to burn in their iron cooking stove;
She remembers the fruit that was picked,
from a nearby neighbor's grove;

She can hear her Mother calling,
children come home it's supper time;
Wash your hands before you come in,
of all that dirt and grime;

Her beautiful hazel eyes sparkle,
then they are clouded by her tears;
Oh, to become a child once more,
and remember not the vacant years;

She's just a little girl lost,
in the shadows of the moon;
Who's Prince never came along,
to sing his magic tune;

Gazing distantly through a window,
reminiscing of a far away plain,
Searching the landscape of her memory,
she longs to go back home again;

Teenage Spring

Teenage Spring!
By L. Don Oliver

Your teenage spring,
is such a frightening thing,
when night never meets the day;
Sometimes you cry and cry,
no one can understand why,
or what you are trying to say;
Parents say don't you do,
what they did too,
when they were your age;
They think they know how,
just what to do now,
to write your future page;
They don't live in your time,
where answers are hard to find,
they can't ache the way you feel,
But parents do ache at night,
when you are far from their sight,
their worries they try to steel;
And the final sum,
their sleep will never come,
while you are still away;
No one knows the secret of,
this thing we call love,
but we "must" show it every day;