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Now onto information on myself...
Older ladies are very sweet and kind if you are respectful and kind to them, however, if you cross them, they will whack you with their canes =)
I use a Power Scooter to get around distances such as the store and such and if ya don't get out of my way? Your toes shall fall victim to my scooter wheels.
If you want a good friend, I am that or can be that, but don't take advantage of my kindness or friendship. I have very few close friends, but those who are, find me to be the most dedicated and loving person they ever me.
Comment on my profile and/or journal also I love to see what you have to say. If you get nasty there, you get your post removed and you get the ignore button, so be nice.
BEGGARS ARE PLACED ON IGNORE
Gramma likes to give as well as receive RANDOM gifts. If you intend on giving me anything from my Wishlist, please check my wishlist to see if I already got it.
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Here is a favourite poem of mine.
This Poem is from the book
"When Day is Done" by Edgar A. Guest
Copyright 1921.
I grew up with this book and the poems within it.
You are welcome to use this poem
on your profile if you wish.
When Day is Done
When day is done and the night slips down,
And I've turned my back on the busy town,
And come once more to the welcome gate
Where the roses nod and the children wait,
I tell myself as I see them smile
That life is good and its tasks worth while.
When day is done and I've come once more
To my quiet street and the friendly door,
Where the Mother reigns and the children play
And the kettle sings in the old-time way,
I throw my coat on a near-by chair
And say farewell to my pack of care.
When day is done, all the hurt and strife
And the selfishness and the greed of life,
Are left behind in the busy town;
I've ceased to worry about renown
Or gold or fame, and I'm just a dad,
Content to be with his girl and lad.
Whatever the day has brought of care,
Here love and laughter are mine to share,
Here I can claim what the rich desire--
Rest and peace by a ruddy fire,
The welcome words which the loved ones speak
And the soft caress of a baby's cheek.
When day is done and I reach my gate,
I come to a realm where there is no hate,
For here, whatever my worth may be,
Are those who cling to their faith in me;
And with love on guard at my humble door,
I have all that the world has struggled for.