Be Content
© By Grady L. Duncan
2/11/03
When the Winter winds blow,
and the skies turn gray,
our minds look forward,
to a warm Spring day.
Then when Spring arrives,
we think it's still too cold,
'cus we want to go swimming,
in the old swimming hole.
Summer is finally here,
and it's hot and dry,
We beg for the Fall,
lest we wither and die.
Then Fall finally comes,
with its changing scene,
all the trees grow bare,
and no longer are green.
Then days turn cloudy,
and the cool breezes blow,
children anxiously wait,
for the Winter's first snow.
The cycle is complete.
Another year is spent,
and we stand amazed,
at how fast it went.
Seasons come, seasons go,
and we always look ahead,
rushing toward the end,
that we all face and dread.
So, At the end of each day,
when I lie down to rest,
May I be able to say,
"Lord, I did my best."
CLICK ON A CATEGORY TO GO TO THAT INDEX
Visit the HOME PAGE to sign the GUEST BOOK or to JOIN MAILING LIST
Contents of this page are for entertainment only and not for commercial
use. This collection of MIDI files was gathered from various web sites on the Internet. All files are believed to be in the public domain. There is
no intent to infringe on any copyright.
If you hold copyright to any music on this page and wish its removal,
please e-mail Grady Duncan and provide legal proof of your right to
demand removal. If verified, the music will be removed immediately.
The writings listed on this page and the web site may
not be used unless the author, has granted permission.
They are protected by copy right laws
and will be enforced by the law.
