Lissa-Like It-Or-Love It

It's been three years since  I last laid my head on your shoulder. I miss your hugs, smiles and words of wisdom. You set a high standard to live by, Dad.  Just in how you carried yourself, how YOU lived YOUR life. How blessed I was to have a Dad like you.  It is my hope that I can lead by example. If I can do half as good a job as you DID, I will consider myself a success. Please continue to send me some signs and visit me in my dreams.  Remember, Daddy's girls stay Daddy's girls forever. I LOVE YOU.

The House by the Side of the Road

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn

In the peace of their self-content;

There are souls, like stars, that swell apart,

In a fellowless firmament;

There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths

Where highways never ran;

But let me live by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road,

Where the race of men go by;

The men who are good and the men who are bad,

As good and as bad as I.

I would not sit in the scorner's seat,

Or hurl the cynic's ban;

Let me live in a house by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

I see from my house by the side of the road,

By the side of the highway of life,

The men who press with the ardor of hope,

The men who are faint with the strife.

But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears 

Both parts of an infinite plan;

Let me live in my house by the side of the road 

And be a friend to man.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road

Where the race of men go by;

They are good, they are bad, they are weak,

They are strong,

Wise, foolish - so am I.

Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat

Or hurl the cynic's ban? -

Let me live in my house by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

BY: Sam Walter Foss

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