Friday, April 5, 2013

A poem I wrote came back to haunt me....

I don't wax poetic often.  I once offered my wife this wonderfully-composed poem:

Roses are red
Violets are blue.
Lovers are like noses,
So I pick you.

Needless to say, my wife encouraged me to develop talents other than poetry after that.  
But on at least one plane ride in 2005, I must have felt the urge.  I had forgotten that I wrote this poem.  I found it today in a directory on my mother's hard drive.  Lately, it seems that my life has been one solid bit of rushing between my various responsibilities, schedules, and appointments.  This poem served as a great reminder of what is really important in my life.  

I doubt it will be as memorable as the 4-line poem I composed for my wife on Valentine's Day.  But I hope it will be a blessing to you.  By the way, I once wrote another poem called My Glimpse of Glory which is a term I use for my wife.  You'll notice that term used in the following poem.  Next time you see me, check to see if I'm living for what is most important or not.  Perhaps I'll do the same for you.