You're Never Too Old

You're never too old to act goofy.

There's always a time and a place

When the moment allows for sheer pleasure

In making that silly clown face.

You're never too old to blow bubbles,

Or bounce on the kid's trampoline.

There's always good fun in the sprinkler,

Or dressing up for Halloween.

You're never too old to play Twister,

Or to ride on the merry-go-round.

Just chasing the kids with a squirt gun

Is the best fun that can be found.

You're never too old to act goofy,

For if you're too old to have fun,

You'll miss most of life's joyful moments

Because joy has never begun

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Dust Bunnies Under the Bed

I've cleaned my house for forty years,

And I try to keep ahead.

But, every time a guest arrives

They find dust bunnies under their bed.

I can clean and dust almost every day.

Keep the rooms as neat as a pin.

But just when "honey" leaves his socks on the floor

All the neighbors decide to drop in.

It's amazing how everything stays in its place

When you're home alone day after day.

But the minute the kids bring the muddy dog in

The preacher comes by just to pray.

I don't understand how your friends always know

What the worst time to visit could be.

It seems like a magnet is drawing them in

When there's fighting 'tween "honey" and me.

If I leave the dishes to curl up with a book,

You can bet the doorbell will start ringing.

And, if I am sick or decide to sleep in,

It's a cinch that my phone won't stop singing.

So, I'll clean every day and keep up best I can.

And, on good days I might get ahead.

But, I know that if "honey's" mom visits today,

She'll find dust bunnies under the bed.

My Morning Rendezvous

Listening to the morning breeze,                                      

The gentle whisper speaks my name.

I often come to hear His call

And spend time alone in His embrace.

The early sun is soft and warm

And dances through the lofty pines.

I rest, alone, and wait to hear

Him speak. Serenity is mine..

He whispers promises so dear,

And comforts my uneasy thoughts.

My sometimes waining faith gains strength.

My heart longs for His forever love.

My morning rendezvous fulfills

The empty places deep inside.

He knows the words I need to hear.

He knows why I come. And He's always there.

No other love could ever thrill

The way He makes my heart delight.

No other place would I rather be

Than to spend these moments alone with Him.

The morning breeze calls out to me.

I know my Jesus. He knows my name.

My love grows stronger, and so, my faith.

I trust my love with each morning breath.

The Family of Voices Inside Your Head

There’s a family of voices that are inside your head.

They’re somewhat prolific and very well fed.
Some are illiterate, but most are well-read.

They’re a family of voices that are inside your head.

There’s a family of voices that are inside your head.

There’s a lady named Ethel. There’s a man there named Fred.

There is also Wayne, Gertrude, Beth, Tony and Ted.

It’s the family of voices that are inside your head.

There’s a family of voices that are inside your head.

They like fancy dishes and honey with bread.

They will even come visit you when you’re in bed.

They’re a family of voices that are inside your head.

There’s a family of voices that are inside your head.

They come in wild colors of green, pink and red.

They dote on false stories, or so it is said

Of the family of voices that are inside your head.

There’s a family of voices that are inside your head.

They thrive in the dark with no light on them shed.

You won’t be surprised at the tales they spread.

It’s that family of voices that are inside your head.

There’s a family of voices that are inside your head.                  

You may think that you're crazy, but you’ve nothing to dread.

It’s something that makes you so normal instead

With a family of voices that are inside your head.

There’s a family of voices that are inside your head

With beautiful fabric of silvery thread.

They say that they’ll be there until you are dead.

That family of voices that are inside your head.

I Just Need A Better Outcome

If I were more sensitive and had some tact,

If I had more sense, most of which I've lacked,

If I would just think instead of react,

I know I would enjoy a better outcome.

If I'd just control the ways that I act,

If I'd settle back and not come off half-cracked,

If I'd just trust Jesus like it says in the tract,

I'm sure I'd enjoy a better outcome.

If it's true, what I've heard, if it's really a fact,

It's possible that I've been under contract.

It's amazing that I have had such an impact.

I sure wish I could enjoy a better outcome.

If the ways I've offended were listed and tracked,

I'm sure it's incredible! (I'm sure I'd get smacked.)

I've got to reform this! I've got to have tact!

And I know I would enjoy a better outcome.

There's A Family in Residence Inside Your Nose

There's a family in residence inside your nose.

When you ask where they came from, nobody knows.

But the word is that each of them smells like a rose.

There's a family in residence inside your nose.

There's a family in residence inside your nose.

The family looks funny, and often cause woes.

They are also quite active and run like a hose.

There's a family in residence inside your nose.

There's a family in residence inside your nose.

The father's a big guy with hair on his toes.

The mother keeps tabs on green money that flows.

There's a family in residence inside your nose.

There's a family in residence inside your nose.

The son chews green bubble gum wherever he goes.

The daughter wears shoe strings with color that glows.

It's the family in residence inside your nose.

There's a family in residence inside your nose.

There's a grandpa whose ear lobes are knotted and froze.

It's quite likely the grandma is froze in a pose

In the family in residence inside your nose.

There's a family in residence inside your nose.

Their place is quite mossy, so the son often mows.

He sometimes disappears and is found in a dose

By the family in residence inside your nose.

There's a family in residence inside your nose.

The size of their dwelling is nothing they've chose.

If a high wind comes along they'll be gone, I suppose.

Say good-bye to the family that was inside your nose.

In My Dream World Again

There once was a time when, I venture to say,

The men in my presence would all look my way.

I received many whistles, admiring my shape,

And all the pleasing glances I could not escape.

But the years have betrayed me, as often they do.

My mirror reveals a wrinkle, or two.

My backside is spreading. My front's falling down.

My body has morphed from my head to the ground.

They no longer whistle. They don't even look.

They now seek the wisdom I gleaned from a book.

The excitement of beauty is simply a ruse.

For men, it's intended to confound and confuse.

For women, it's fraudulent, fleeting, and fake.

It's so unimportant when we judiciously awake.

But, I have to admit when my girdle I wear,

And the grey and white highlights reflect from my hair,

That I rather enjoyed being ogled and sought.

It's nice to be looked at admiringly, as hot.

But, as I recall the bikinis, and such,

I realize I'm dreaming. I'm so out of touch!

I never again will be pretty or fair.

And frankly, I'm too old and too tired to care.