Poetry???....

Oh there once was a pirate pegleg,
and this swab loved to drink from his keg;
well he smelled like a whale
and he drank lots of ale,
then he gave his wood leg the name greg....

A poem of life

Life’s purpose is not of this world, of this life
Our soul will remain through our passing last breath
Pleasure is not the aim of our mortal strife
For while we live, we are moving toward death

Life does not last forever, the end is nearing
Don’t sleep through life, our time of action
Don’t wait for tomorrow perchance not appearing
Don’t hold to the past for it is gone

Rather live in the present, the here and the now
Acting according to heart and to God
Be great have an impact, don’t live like a cow
Be a beacon for those in the future downtrod

Give hope to the hopeless, give life to the dead
Live life to its fullest, with God as your head