Life is Golden
©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
Are we condemned to take our lives for granted?
Must loss be felt (or feared) before the joy?
Does gratitude grow stale when goodness gathers,
when all is well with every girl and boy?
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Are we condemned to take our lives for granted?
Must loss be felt (or feared) before the joy?
Does gratitude grow stale when goodness gathers,
when all is well with every girl and boy?
Americans are different
as Americans can be.
We hail from north, south, east and west…
from sea to shining sea.
Gethsemane brought Jesus to His knees.
“Remove this cup from me,” He dared to ask.
His humble prayer, “Thy will, not mine, be done,”
allowed no respite from the fearsome task.
We’re picking out a Christmas tree.
Oh boy, I just can’t wait!
December 25th is near––
It’s time to celebrate.
Though troubles come and troubles go
amidst this life of joy and tears,
while things we love and things we know
are sometimes lost to grief or fears;
My favorite person in the world
happens to be this birthday girl.
She understands my every thought,
agrees with me more oft than not,
respects my shifting paradigm,
and likes to hang out any time.
A gaggle of giggling ghosts gathered gaily
to groan in the graveyard one night.
They glided so gracefully, Griggsby the groundskeeper
gasped at the glorious sight.
H aunted houses, eerie sounds
A ll the goblins gather round
L onely ghoulies stalk the night
L urking in the ghostly light