Friends Come and Go.

friends come and go
fleeting faces
in the journey of life
some stay for a time
some disappear quickly
some dont exist at all.

thinking back
true friends withstand
the test of time
a few being better
than a myriad of
acquaintances


tears may fall
when memories fade
friends leaving
those who
may never come back
letting go is but a part of life
the inevitable choices we make

friendship is but temporal
only Christ stands strong
if no chemistry exists
after some time
with the people you
do not belong

independance is the way to go
the ability to survive alone
without friends to hold you
only yourself
and He who is in you
to keep you strong

friends come and go
fleeting faces
in the journey of life
friends -
what are they to you?

Hmmm.

Ever felt that none
appreciated one's presence
had little respect for one's opinions
and wondered if one made a difference?

under the same circumstances
if both people did the same thing
a totally different reaction
one's actions would bring?

ever wondered if one's
presence did anything else
but hinder another and what
about one that reaction tells?

Everyone else seems to be
better than one tenfold
suddenly it isnt so bad
succumbing to the cold

to just sleep one's days away
entwined in the brother of death and dreams
the world seemingly a better place without
oneself, it seems.



whopee.
Happy Chinese New Year.

Poem at the Reservoir.

The gentle breeze
reminiscent of peace; serenity
reminds me of a Saviour
who died on the cross for me

his love wider than
the endless sky
courage; strength He gives
which no one can deny

Through thick and thin
He has never let me fall
He has held
my hand through it all

His blood cleansed my sin
washed me white as snow
fear - a distant memory
infinite joy replacing sorrow

as i sit here admiring
His works made for all to see
I know my beloved
Saviour lives in me

The Warehouse of Noel

There was a building in chai chee
there, ian found a job
the place was burning hot as hell
it was the warehouse of noel

there time crawled like a snail
and upon everything, dust fell
the sound of scotch tape would echo throughout
the warehouse of noel

the hours were 830 to 530
or so it was said, though
how long OT was, none could tell
in the warehouse of noel

ian became a worker drone
helping to make hampers people would sell
taping, cutting, carrying and moving cartons
in the warehouse of noel.

the coworkers were nice
all but one - the coworker from hell
a slacker and bootlicker was he
in the warehouse of noel

in the building in chai chee
there ian worked a lot
the place was burning hot as hell
it was the warehouse of noel