Poem about a break up in a marriage,and its consequences…

You only get two shots at a parent-child relationship. When you lose a parent, nothing can ever bring that back.

Getting mad about swollen feet.

My views and memories of the endangered British Public House.

Bitter sweet things are overall bad.

When coming to praise the Lord, I should worship with every fiber of my being. The cost to me of worship is so miniscule compared to his gift of salvation.

Just a couple of things to keep in mind when embarking upon any endeavor.

Global recession should be a basis to search for a new trend on housing planning and designing in order to meet budget needs.

We Americans are losing jobs right and left. It is time for each of us to help each other by doing a different job, one that has been needing our attention for years. The gangsters in our current administration are taking our America away from us, the people. Only you and the rest of us can take it back. We must not stand idle hoping it will right itself, these are thugs of old, it is like Capone and his rowdies have muscled in and are holding us bondage.

The poem gives an insight into how parents can help their children in winning over their fears.