SET 1 (horizontal format: approximately 5" x 7") $15 -
Four different poems paired with four different photographs
2 cards of each, 8 envelopes
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hemes: Lost Glasses; Good Workers; Secret of a Good Life; Chairs
Get Set #1 >>> LOST GLASSES When I consider how my life is spent
Searching through the house, high and low,
Trying to find out where my glasses went,
Where I set them down an hour ago.
From room to room I search in drawers and shelves While others compose and paint and write
Books and bring great honor to themselves,
I struggle to regain my sight.
The irony of one with such poor vision
Searching for glasses is a symbol, rather clear,
Of the fragility of the human condition,
And then, my friend, I imagine you here. “I lost my glasses,” I say, “can you find them, please?”
And you find them and clean them and the blind man sees. GOOD WORKERS Here’s to good workers (you know who you are) Who see the job and do what they can
To stop the leak or fix the car
Or clean house or counsel the troubled man. Who go at the work straight through Without complaint and carry the freight,
Who joke around but do what they need to do,
And chaos is cleared and the crooked made straight, The hygienist polishing our incisors,
Or the guy who does shoe repair,
The ophthalmologist, the financial advisors,
It comforts us to know they are there. Good workers give us cheerful and peaceable days, And this is a workmanlike poem in their praise. SECRET OF A GOOD LIFE The secret of a good life is to keep going and not fade Nor think about your goodness for one minute.
It’s like becoming Tallest In The Sixth Grade,
Stick around and you’re bound to win it. Fyodor Dostoevsky took his time
And found a punishment to fit the crime, And slowly as a centipede trots off
He wrote The Brothers Karamazov.
Each has a gift to be discovered.
Think of how Dostoevsky suffered.
Thank goodness he had friends who knew it. If friendship is your calling, do it. And depending on how good a friend you be,
You may be mentioned in your friend’s biography. CHAIRS We make our way through corporate jungles, Trying to satisfy corporate wants,
Life is a struggle, just ask your uncles,
But life can be beautiful, look at your aunts. The doorbell rings and we welcome relations, Pull up the chairs out on the lawn, The river flows and the conversations And the sun sets and the stories go on. Kindred souls, sister, brother,
Leaving regret and failure behind, One family tangled up with each other, A secret language, of unified mind, Voices rise and fall melodiously Sitting beneath the family tree. | 