I Cry            by Tupak Shakur [1971-1996] 

Sometimes when I'm alone
I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.

If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.


The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes…
I Cry
and no one cares about why.

Life

by Charlotte Brontë 

believe, is not a dream 
 So dark as sages say; 
Oft a little morning rain 
 Foretells a pleasant day. 
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom, 
 But these are transient all; 
If the shower will make the roses bloom, 
 O why lament its fall ? 

  

 Rapidly, merrily, 
 Life's sunny hours flit by, 
   Gratefully, cheerily, 
 Enjoy them as they fly ! 

What though Death at times steps in 
 And calls our Best away ? 
What though sorrow seems to win, 
 O'er hope, a heavy sway ? 
Yet hope again elastic springs, 
 Unconquered, though she fell; 
Still buoyant are her golden wings, 
 Still strong to bear us well. 
   Manfully, fearlessly, 
 The day of trial bear, 
   For gloriously, victoriously, 
 Can courage quell despair !

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Stars    by Sara Teasdale [1884-1933] 

Alone in the night
On a dark hill
With pines around me
Spicy and still,

And a heaven full of stars
Over my head
White and topaz
And misty red;

Myriads with beating
Hearts of fire
The aeons
Cannot vex or tire;

Up the dome of heaven
Like a great hill
I watch them marching
Stately and still.

And I know that I
Am honored to be
Witness
Of so much majesty.

Candy Man    by Roald Dahl [1916-1990]  

Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew
Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two
The candy man, the candy man can
The candy man can 'cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good

Who can take a rainbow, wrap it in a sigh
Soak it in the sun and make a strawberry–lemon pie
The candy man?
The candy man, the candy man can
The candy man can 'cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good

Willy Wonka makes everything he bakes
Satisfying and delicious
Talk about your childhood wishes
You can even eat the dishes

Who can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream
Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream
The candy man, Willy Wonka can, the candy man can
The candy man can 'cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good

And the world tastes good'
Cause the candy man thinks it should

GROWING UP

 Little Tommy Tadpole began to weep and wail
For Little Tommy Tadpole had lost his little tail

And his mother didn't know as he wept upon a log
For he wasn't Tommy Tadpole but Mr. Thomas Frog


 BY C J Dennis, Poet & Journalist was born in Auburn, South Australia, on 7 September 1876,

The Road Not Taken

 By  Robert Lee Frost [1874-1963]

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.

Now You Can Come

Come
Now the storm is over
No more winds
No more thunder  showers

In that gloomy sky
No more sea gulls now
They flew far  away
Never to be  returned

Come
Now the storm is over
Dont have to be scared
Your poor boat may get lost

No more winds
No more thunder showers