All these poems are by C. Hastings Smith!!!

Walt Disney's Mouse

I fell in love with Mickey Mouse
Today at Disneyland.
He danced for me on a big stage,
Then bowed, and took my hand

And led me down a cobbled street
To his house by a hill,
Then served lunch: a slab of cheese and
A glass of cider swill.

I was amazed at Mickey Mouse,
He was so kind and nice;
He restored my faith in rodents
And other long-tailed mice.

"It's good to have you here," he said,
"Inside my humble flat.
All God's creatures are welcome here
Except that alley cat!"

"That cat is not a friend of mine;
In fact, he is bad luck,
But look! Here comes two old-time friends:
Pluto and Donald Duck."

Donald quacked, "Hello." Pluto barked,
Then grabbed a big trombone,
And led a parade of children
Up to a candy throne.

The sun sank low and I went home,
A tired but happy louse.
How dare you have the nerve to say
There is no Mickey Mouse!

The Final Game

When the final score is written and
the final game is played,
When the pageantry is ended and
the referee is paid,
When the locker-room is empty except
for a ghost or two
Who came in to haunt the losers as
they passed in sad review,

When the grandstands are vacated
and the echoes long have died,
When the wind rides through the turnstiles
like a stallion who has tried
To break the bridle that bound him
and suddenly he is free...
And the spurs no longer bleed him as
he gallops to the sea,

When the tickets all are counted and
the deposits are made,
When the night throws velvet blankets
on the dust of the parade,
When the game of Life is over will
it bring me joy or shame?
Will I be damned or honored when
the great Scorer calls my name?

Think Positive

There are many hurts and heartaches
That we encounter every day,
And they spell success or failure
By the attitude we display.

Some use their hurts as stepping stones
And turn their defeat into gain,
While others cry, "The gods of fate
Have ordained that we suffer pain."

There are many disappointments
That come to try and test us all.
Some men accept them with courage
And stand up straight, renewed and tall.

Others whine that they cannot change
What the cruel gods have decreed
And become slaves inside a yoke
That makes them sadder slaves indeed.

If I must win, I cannot guess
How the wild storms of life will blow,
But I must look beyond the stars
And reaffirm my faith, and know

That Right is right and Wrong is wrong,
And though flesh and bone be depraved,
Man can conquer circomstance, and
He that endureth shall be saved!


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