"Poem I remember way back my elementary years"
Students life is full of fun
work and play.
their day begins with a prayer
And, ends with play.
They go to school with a heavy bag on their back,
And water bottles in their hand.
They sit in the class and toil all day,
And learn about millipedes that coil all day.
In school they make many friends,
And learn many trends.
They even learn values
of love and life.
They study all day
And are bright like the sunray
They can even swim
Like the fish on sea-bay.
Studies develop brainpower,
Sports develop willpower.
They can do both
Without any pain!
They use pens,
They use papers.
They can draw many things
And make many colorful rings.
But when march month comes,
They study all day
They work for appreciation
And sacrifice lot of recreation.
East or west
Students life is the best,
they can start their day with a prayer
And end with lots of play!
"Poem way back my High school"
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools.
Lastly-----"The Man in the Glass"
When you get what you want in your struggle for self, And the world makes you long for a day, Just go to the mirror and look at yourself, And see what THAT man has to say. For if it is not your father or mother or wife Whose judgment upon you must pass. The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life Is the one staring back in the glass. Some people might think you are a straight shootin' chum and call you a wonderful guy, But the man in the glass says you're only a bum, If you can't look him straight in the eye. He's the fellow to please, never mind all the rest, For he's with you right up to the end. And you have passed your most difficult test If the guy in the glass is your friend You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years, and get pats on the back as you pass. But your final reward will be heartaches and tears If you have cheated the man in the glass.
