We always remove our visors and/or hats,
wondering each time what we will see.
We shook hands, eye to eye,
when we first met on God's Special Tee.
We weren't always perfect
on the days we met to play.
We did the ruff, and other stuff,
but continued along God's fairway.
We made the best pitch, the best chip,
and celebrated what we had seen.
One final putt and one thing for sure,
we'll meet again on God's 18th green.
( Written & Copyrighted by LDG Sr
for the
Down Syndrome Academy of Central Ohio,
June 18, 2012)
Turn Off The Light
People here without legal right,
rape this country of benefit and dime.
You take from us and give to them.
They march in our streets,
laugh at us, and rape us again.
They said they are proud.
This is a govt "of", "by", and "for" the people.
I see the "of" and "by".
Tell me, show me what I seek,
because I damn sure can't seem to find the "for".
For America, I was in position to fight and die.
I was a piece of this country's trigger.
I'm proud to be an American
The same folks who rape this country at will,
look at me in hate, and call me "N*****".
To them I'm like chewing gum under their shoe
My country is the only star
they see in the sky at night
Mr. President, my country is not Motel 6.
If they don't come right, Turn Off The Light.