Thursday, November 17, 2011

My Druthers...(a re-post for Thurs. think-tank)




I’druther you were painfully honest with me
And my feelings would sting for a while
Than to walk with you down a fern-lined street
As you lie to me through your smile
I’druther be a little homely
Than a cheap and painted fraud
Who wears a mask to fool people
Forgetting I can never fool God
I’ruther be poor and happy
Learning to be content
Than rich with a pocket of fool’s gold
That brings no joy when it’s spent
I’druther have one friend who is honest
Than a hundred which seem to lack
The ability to be faithful
As they stab me in the back
I’druther have a house full of laughter
With furniture battered and scarred
Than live in a palace that’s silent
With every façade unmarred
I’druther have my arms full of children
Than trophies and accolades
And I like a ten-minute vacation
Beneath the willow’s shade
I’druther drive my ugly mini-van
With a happy family
Than be alone with a perfect tan
In a red Lamborghini
I’druther have a little trouble
Here on my acre of sod
Than live in a perfect bubble
Where I would never need God

Janet~

18 comments:

  1. I like your approach...you are wise.

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  2. I loved reading this and I share your druthers!

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  3. Janet, glad you liked that post....I'm chatting with another blogger right now about possibly organizing a bloggers' "meet and greet" somewhere next year. And she is suggesting Texas! Will try to get some input from others to see if there's interest in doing something like that....
    Rick

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  4. Beautiful expressed...I share your sentiments too with arms full of children and needing God. Lovely write ~

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  5. Raining Iguanas...that's what I want to see;)

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  6. I like the fresh view of your poem!
    Beautiful~

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  7. D'ruther. That little bit of slang added personality to your poem.

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  8. Flowing wisdom. A very nice piece (peace).

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  9. Wise words, Janet! We all have to appreciate what we have and who we are...and yes, God above all.

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  10. Yes, Mary, God above all...why are these words easily spoken yet harder to apply?

    I wish you a day of happiness.

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