Inspiring Poems For Kids: 36+ Poems That Teach A Life Lesson

Children are always curious and hyperactive towards the world, they always learn and learn everything. Because for children, the world is full of wonder and excitement. That’s a good thing, but besides inspiring and motivating children, adults also need to teach children what they should and shouldn’t do. Discussions can take place in many ways, and poetry is a good language for adults and children to understand each other.

Poetry has power, and when it’s written with inspiration in mind it can change the path of a day or even a lifetime. Below is a collection of 36 most moving and empowering inspirational poems for kids ever written – the best discussion poems for parents and teachers to use with children. These poems will teach children moral lessons and life lessons. Hope it will be helpful, wish you have beautiful moments on OZoFe.Com. All is the best!

1, The Mountain And The Squirrel © Ralph Waldo Emerson

The mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel,
And the former called the latter
“Little prig.”
Bun replied,
“You are doubtless very big;
But all sorts of things and weather
Must be taken in together
To make up a year
And a sphere.
And I think it no disgrace
To occupy my place.
If I’m not so large as you,
You are not so small as I,
And not half so spry:
I’ll not deny you make
A very pretty squirrel track.
Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry forests on my back,
Neither can you crack a nut.”

2, Aim High to The Sky © James McDonald

Aim high to the sky,
In all that you do.
Because you just never know,
What it takes to be you.

Be strong and be brave,
But at the same time be kind.
And always be sure,
That you’re using your mind.

3, Don’t Give Up © Phoebe Cary

If you’ve tried and have not won,
Never stop for crying;
All’s that’s great and good is done
Just by patient trying.

Though young birds, in flying, fall,
Still their wings grow stronger;
And the next time they can keep
Up a little longer.

Though the sturdy oak has known
Many a blast that bowed her,
She has risen again, and grown
Loftier and prouder.

If by easy work you beat,
Who the more will prize you?
Gaining victory from defeat,—
That’s the test that tries you!

4, If I Were… © Eva L. Robinson

If I were a queen,
I’d rule a mighty land.
If I were a princess,
I’d take a prince’s hand.

If I were a soldier,
I’d fight a mighty war.
If I were a hero,
I’d be the best they ever saw.

If I were a dancer,
I’d dance with such grace.
If I were a runner,
I’d win every race!

If I were an actress,
I’d take part in a play,
For I can do anything,
No matter what you say.

5, Listen To The Mustn’ts © Shel Silverstein

Listen to the MUSTN’TS, child,
Listen to the DON’TS
Listen to the SHOULDN’TS
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WONT’S
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me-
Anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be

6, If You Can’t Go Over Or Under, Go Round © Joseph Morris

A baby mole got to feeling big,
And wanted to show how he could dig;
So he plowed along in the soft, warm dirt
Till he hit something hard, and it surely hurt!
A dozen stars flew out of his snout;
He sat on his haunches, began to pout;
Then rammed the thing again with his head—
His grandpap picked him up half dead.
“Young man,” he said, “though your pate is bone.
You can’t butt your way through solid stone.
This bit of advice is good, I’ve found:
If you can’t go over or under, go round.”

A traveler came to a stream one day,
And because it presumed to cross his way,
And wouldn’t turn round to suit his whim
And change its course to go with him,
His anger rose far more than it should,
And he vowed he’d cross right where he stood.
A man said there was a bridge below,
But not a step would he budge or go.
The current was swift and the bank was steep,
But he jumped right in with a violent leap.
A fisherman dragged him out half-drowned:
“When you can’t go over or under, go round.”

If you come to a place that you can’t get through,
Or over or under, the thing to do
Is to find a way round the impassable wall,
Not say you’ll go YOUR way or not at all.
You can always get to the place you’re going,
If you’ll set your sails as the wind is blowing.
If the mountains are high, go round the valley;
If the streets are blocked, go up some alley;
If the parlor-car’s filled, don’t scorn a freight;
If the front door’s closed, go in the side gate.
To reach your goal this advice is sound:
If you can’t go over or under, go round!

7, The Littlest Christmas Tree © Amy Peterson

The littlest Christmas tree
lived in a meadow of green
among a family
of tall evergreens.
He learned how to whisper
the evergreen song
with the slightest of wind
that came gently along.

He watched as the birds
made a home out of twigs
and couldn’t wait till
he, too, was big.
For all of the trees
offered a home,
the maple, the pine, and the oak,
who’s so strong.

“I hate being little,”
the little tree said,
“I can’t even turn colors
like the maple turns red.
I can’t help the animals
like the mighty old oak.
He shelters them all
in his wide mighty cloak.”

The older tree said,
“Why, little tree, you don’t know?
The story of a mighty king
from the land with no snow?”
Little tree questioned,
“A land with no snow?”
“Yes!” said old tree,
“A very old story,
from so long ago.”

“A star appeared,
giving great light
over a manger
on long winter’s night.
A baby was born,
a king of all kings,
and with him comes love
over all things.”

“He lived in a country
all covered in sand,
and laid down his life
to save all of man.”

Little tree thought of the gift
given by him,
then the big tree said with the
happiest grin,
“We’re not just trees,
but a reminder of that day.
There’s a much bigger part
of a role that we play!”

“For on Christmas Eve,
my life I’ll lay down,
in exchange for a happier,
loving ground.
And as I stand dying,
they’ll adorn me in trim.
This all will be done
in memory of him.”

“Among a warm fire,
with family and friends,
in the sweet songs of Christmas,
I’ll find my great end.
Then ever so gently,
He’ll come down to see
and take me to heaven,
Jesus and me.”

“So you see, little tree,
we are not like the oak
who shelters all things
beneath his great cloak.
Nor are we like the maple
in fall,
whose colors leave many
standing in awe.”

“The gift that we give
is ourselves, limb for limb,
the greatest of honor,
in memory of him.”

The little tree bowed
his head down and cried
and thought of the king
who willingly died.
For what kind of gift
can anyone give
than to lay down your life
when you wanted to live?

A swelling of pride
came over the tree.
Can all of this happen
Because of just me?
Can I really bring honor?
By adorning a home?
By reminding mankind
that he’s never alone?

With this thought, little tree
began singing with glee.
Happy and proud
to be a true Christmas tree.

You can still hear them singing
even the smallest in height,
singing of Christmas
and that one holy night.

8, Us Two © A. A. Milne

Wherever I am, there’s always Pooh,
There’s always Pooh and Me.
Whatever I do, he wants to do,
“Where are you going to-day?” says Pooh:
“Well, that’s very odd ‘Cos I was too.
Let’s go together,” says Pooh, says he.
“Let’s go together,” says Pooh.

“What’s twice eleven?” I said to Pooh.
(“Twice what?” said Pooh to Me.)
“I think it ought to be twenty-two.”
“Just what I think myself,” said Pooh.
“It wasn’t an easy sum to do,
But that’s what it is,” said Pooh, said he.
“That’s what it is,” said Pooh.

“Let’s look for dragons,” I said to Pooh.
“Yes, let’s,” said Pooh to Me.
We crossed the river and found a few —
“Yes, those are dragons all right,” said Pooh.
“As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.
That’s what they are,” said Pooh, said he.
“That’s what they are,” said Pooh.

“Let’s frighten the dragons,” I said to Pooh.
“That’s right,” said Pooh to Me.
“I’m not afraid,” I said to Pooh,
And I held his paw and I shouted “Shoo!
Silly old dragons!” — And off they flew.
“I wasn’t afraid,” said Pooh, said he,
“I’m never afraid with you.”

So wherever I am, there’s always Pooh,
There’s always Pooh and Me.
“What would I do?” I said to Pooh,
“If it wasn’t for you,” and Pooh said: “True,
It isn’t much fun for One, but Two,
Can stick together, says Pooh, says he.
“That’s how it is,” says Pooh.

9, Lester © Shel Silverstein

Lester was given a magic wish
By the goblin who lives in the banyan tree,
And with his wish he wished for two more wishes—
So now instead of just one wish, he cleverly had three.
And with each one of these
He simply wished for three more wishes,
Which gave him three old wishes, plus nine new.
And with each of these twelve
He slyly wished for three more wishes,
Which added up to forty-six—or is it fifty-two?
Well anyway, he used each wish
To wish for wishes ’til he had
Five billion, seven million, eighteen thousand thirty-four.
And then he spread them on the ground
And clapped his hands and danced around
And skipped and sang, and then sat down
And wished for more.
And more…and more… they multiplied
While other people smiled and cried
And loved and reached and touched and felt.
Lester sat amid his wealth
Stacked mountain-high like stacks of gold,
Sat and counted—and grew old.
And then one Thursday night they found him
Dead—with his wishes piled around him.
And they counted the lot and found that not
A single one was missing.
All shiny and new—here, take a few
And think of Lester as you do.
In a world of apples and kisses and shoes
He wasted his wishes on wishing.

10, Touching The Sky © Shreya D. Chattree

Come for me, sweet tomorrow.
Help me touch the sky.
Like a well-learned bird opens its wings,
I, too, want to fly high.
Don’t let the darkness of yesterday
Blind my vision to evolve.
Coming out of the bitterness of the past,
Help me let my flaws absolve.
Make me like a rainbow,
The colours mingled together,
But all of them in show.
Help me discover my hidden talents
And pull myself together with efforts gallant.
Let me be a beacon of goodness
For the people I meet.
Help me hear the music of life
And follow every beat.
Come for me, sweet tomorrow.
Help me touch the sky;
Like a well-learned bird opens its wings,
I, too, want to fly high.

11, Thinking © Walter D. Wintle

If you think you are beaten, you are;
If you think you dare not, you don’t.
If you’d like to win, but you think you can’t,
It is almost a cinch you won’t.

If you think you’ll lose, you’ve lost;
For out in this world we find
Success begins with a person’s will
It’s all in the state of mind.

If you think you’re outclassed, you are;
You’ve got to think high to rise.
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win the prize.

Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man;
But sooner or later the person who wins
Is the one who thinks he can!

12, A Daydream © Lolo T. Frenchie

A daydream
A world of extreme
A fantasy place
Or even outer space
A place for you
Where you can pass through
When you’re feeling blue and alone
A place of your own
Where anything goes
And there’s no shadows
A place where smiles gleam
And everyone is a team
This is my daydream
My place of joy and hope

13, A Naughty Little Comet © Ella Wheeler Wilcox

There was a little comet who lived near the Milky Way!
She loved to wander out at night and jump about and play.

The mother of the comet was a very good old star;
She used to scold her reckless child for venturing out too far.

She told her of the ogre, Sun, who loved on stars to sup,
And who asked no better pastime than in gobbling comets up.

But instead of growing cautious and of showing proper fear,
The foolish little comet edged up nearer, and more near.

She switched her saucy tail along right where the Sun could see,
And flirted with old Mars, and was as bold as bold could be.

She laughed to scorn the quiet stars who never frisked about;
She said there was no fun in life unless you ventured out.

She liked to make the planets stare, and wished no better mirth
Than just to see the telescopes aimed at her from the Earth.

She wondered how so many stars could mope through nights and days,
And let the sickly faced old Moon get all the love and praise.

And as she talked and tossed her head and switched her shining trail
The staid old mother star grew sad, her cheek grew wan and pale.

For she had lived there in the skies a million years or more,
And she had heard gay comets talk in just this way before.

And by and by there came an end to this gay comet’s fun.
She went a tiny bit too far-and vanished in the Sun!

No more she swings her shining trail before the whole world’s sight,
But quiet stars she laughed to scorn are twinkling every night.

14, Listen To Mum © John P. Read

I remember when I was small and cool,
I was always playing truant from school.
My mum used to say,
“You’ll regret it one day
When you grow up to become a fool.”

Now I’m old; the damage is done.
How I wish I’d listened to Mum.
If I could turn back time,
I’d study hard and toe the line
Instead of acting foolish and dumb.

Now let that be a lesson to one and all
That life is more than just having a ball.
It was great having fun
When I was young,
But I wish I’d spent more time in the school hall.

15, The Dolly © Jeanette Cheal

The dolly sat upon the shelf
in the toy maker’s shop all by herself.
The dolly only had one eye,
so all the children passed her by.

They scoffed at the dolly;
they weren’t very kind
Then a child came in
with a dolly in mind.

Her mother led her around the shop.
At the shelf with the dolly her mother did stop.

The child reached out and felt for the dolly.
The toy maker shouted, “Dear child, I’m so sorry,
this dolly is blind; she only has one eye.
I’ve a dolly right here you might like to buy.”

“No, this is the one,” the child said to her mother.
“If I can’t have her, I don’t want any other.”
So off dolly went with the child who was kind,
and just like the dolly, this child was blind.

16, The Quality Of Mercy Is Not Strain’d © William Shakespeare

The quality of mercy is not strained.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
‘Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The thronèd monarch better than his crown.
His scepter shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptered sway.
It is enthronèd in the hearts of kings;
It is an attribute to God Himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God’s
When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this:
That in the course of justice none of us
Should see salvation. We do pray for mercy,
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much
To mitigate the justice of thy plea,
Which, if thou follow, this strict court of Venice
Must needs give sentence ‘gainst the merchant there.

17, I Will Soar © Annette R. Hershey

If I were a birdie,
I’d head up to the sky.
I’d spread my wings like sunshine.
I know I could fly mighty high!

If I were a birdie,
My feathers would be bright.
Every color would be striking.
I’d soar and reach new heights.

If I were a birdie,
I’d sing a lovely song.
Everyone would stop and listen;
They would begin to sing along.

If I were a birdie,
I’d follow all my dreams.
Small streams to vast oceans,
Under golden bright sunbeams.

If I were a birdie,
I’d flit about from tree to tree
With many different flocks of birdies.
We would be free to be free.

If I were a birdie,
I’d head up to the sky.
I’d spread my wings like sunshine.
I know I could fly mighty high!

18, Make Me A Garden © Sylvia Stults

Help me design my garden of life
Full of iris, crocus, and lily
With daffodils that shine so bright
Like the sun of the greater deities.

Make me a path that curves around trees
Of stepping stone, wood chip, and moss
Varying in array of colors
Causing one’s mind to venture in thought.

Make me a garden so rich in hue
That the sun will fight not to set,
Where merely viewing its beauty
All differences one will forget.

Make me a garden like people of the world,
All different in culture and view,
Contributing to the person I am
Without your prejudicial few.

A garden of only one color, it seems
Would be dull and so very alone.
I want my garden of life to be filled
With every color known.

19, Free To Be You! © Lavonna N. Sinclair

I see you there, hiding in the dark.
Don’t be afraid, I am here to help.
Look closely, don’t you know me?
You see how I walk and talk; I am Unique!
You see my face; I am Beauty!
You see my smile; I am Wonderful!
You see how I Believe; I am Proud too!
Yes, I am you!
Here, take my hand.
For when the dark tries to enter,
Hold on as tight as you can,
For your Strength is your Heart’s defender.
I won’t lie to you, there may be some sad days,
But it’s okay to cry.
It’s okay to fail.
Just get up again throw all those bad things and feelings into the garbage pail.
Hold your head up, smile and give it another try.
Remember to always do Your best!
No matter what you choose to do,
Don’t worry about any negativity from the rest.
Just be You!

20, Evolution © John Banister Tabb
Out of the dusk a shadow,
Then, a spark;
Out of the cloud a silence,
Then, a lark;

Out of the heart a rapture,
Then, a pain;
Out of the dead, cold ashes,
Life again.

20, The Blade And The Ax © Abimbola T. Alabi

On a bench, in Joe’s little shed,
lying not too far apart,
were his ax and his switchblade,
having a quiet heart-to-heart.

“How small and weak you look,”
said the ax to the blade.
“You will never be able to do
those deeds for which I’m made.”

“For it’s me that Joe will use
to cut the boughs of trees.
You should see me at work sometime,
how I split a log with ease.”

“A great help you are around
performing these hefty tasks,
but stuff I do for Joe, you can’t,”
replied the blade to the ax.

“Would he ever count on you
to cut or strip a wire bare?
Try slicing open packages too.
I’d love to see just how you’d fare.”

“We’re designed in unique ways;
you’re not superior as you claim.”
The mighty ax and the nifty blade
needed by Joe all the same.

In the end, they both agreed
about their weaknesses and strengths.
Neither of them, they could see,
was truly a hundred percent.

From then on, they became pals,
got along and learned to relax.
Never again was there pride or strife
between the blade and the ax.

21, Then Laugh © Bertha Adams Backus

Build for yourself a strong box,
Fashion each part with care;
When it’s strong as your hand can make it,
Put all your troubles there;
Hide there all thought of your failures,
And each bitter cup that you quaff;
Lock all your heartaches within it,
Then sit on the lid and laugh.

Tell no one else its contents,
Never its secrets share;
When you’ve dropped in your care and worry
Keep them forever there;
Hide them from sight so completely
That the world will never dream half;
Fasten the strong box securely—
Then sit on the lid and laugh.

22, Education Can Take You Places © Jennifer L. Betts

Education will guide you.
To the places you want to go.
School is not about who you knew.
It’s not about the “hey bro.”
You need to study hard.
To work your brain to the max.
But don’t forget to play in the yard.
To give yourself time to relax.
Now you’re ready to hit the books.
With a smile on your face.
Don’t mind other’s looks.
You have a goal in place.
Your education will take you places.
Are you ready to fly?

23, Winning © Jennifer L. Betts

Your heart is beating loud.
Your stance is in place.
Eyes are looking forward.
You’re ready for the race.
Every cell is waiting.
The shot rings out.
You leap.
This is what it’s all about.
No thoughts but winning.
You push your body hard.
All your training was worth it.
You’ve won the first award.

24, The Shepherd Slept © Beryl L Edmonds

There was a shepherd who fell fast asleep
So there was no one to see to his sheep.
The sheep were delighted, freedom at last
Followed the leader and ran away fast.

All was hunky dory; they had a ball,
Walking for miles over fields, hills, moors.
Then came the sunset and the night grew dim.
They began to feel that freedom was grim.

They grew hungry and went in search of food –
Couldn’t find forage and became subdued.
It was hard to lie down and get their sleep,
As they were pursued by some ghastly beasts.

So tired and weary they wished to be
Back in the flock and the hand of safety.
They realised they needed their shepherd’s care,
For love, food and shelter that’s always there.

When the sheep had almost lost every hope,
A familiar face came over the slopes.
It was their shepherd and all ran with glee
To show they were glad to see him, truly.

They vowed they’d never run away again
And prayed in thanks for the shepherd God sent.

Amen!

25, Spreading Love Through Acts Of Kindness © Lenora McWhorter

K – Kindness is shown by what we say and do.
I – It says to the other person, “I care about you.”
N – Never neglect to show kindness to everyone you see.
D – Day or night, young or old, whoever it may be.
N – Nothing touches the heart like a big, warm smile.
E – Everyone needs to feel loved, whether adult or child.
S – So smile at someone to show them that you care.
S – Show kindness and love to everyone everywhere.

26, The Little Panda © Sameera Sadaf

The little Panda is sad.
He lost his mom and dad.
Crying the entire night,
cursing his might.

The sun has risen up,
and a hand offered him a coffee cup.
“Why are you so dull and weak,
sitting at the top of the peak?”

Panda asked, “Who are you?”
“I am the Panther blue.”
Panther said, “Don’t be sad!
Good days come after bad.”

“Come to my home with me.
You will be happy, can’t you see?”
Panther cooked him curry.
Panda told him his story.

Living happily together in the woods,
working day and night for goods,
they are both now best of friends.
Some stories are happy in the end.

27, The Dragon © Nicole Q. Wong

A misunderstanding I’ve had
Was that a dragon was bad.
With his sharp claws, his look of death!
Not to mention his fiery breath,
How could he not be?
I was wrong, you see.

One day, I was skipping happily in the meadow,
When I came across a rather upset old fellow.
“Good day,” said he,
Bowing down to me,
And I was too shocked to speak.

Yes, with his breath and his sharp talons,
I had met a real live dragon.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him, bowing too,
As he seemed conspicuously blue.

Then, without warning, he burst into tears
And was unmistakably trembling with fear!
“Oh, spare me!” he cried, covering his face.
“I just want to leave this miserable place!”

He told me how princes had killed his brothers,
And how they were after him too. His mother
Saved him by taking a princess hostage,
And that made her seem savage.

After my encounter with him,
I realized what matters is within.
Yes, I learned something you can’t learn from books,
And it’s that you can’t judge anything by its looks.

28, Our Teacher’s a Hippie © Kenn Nesbitt

Our teacher’s a hippie,
like from some old movie.
He likes to say “trippy,”
and “far out,” and “groovy!”

He dresses in tie-dye
and bell-bottom pants.
He listens to hi-fi.
“The Twist” is his dance.

He says, “psychedelic!”
He’s truly old-school.
He may be a relic,
but, boy, is he cool!

29, Ants At A Glance © Shiju Sugunan

Here’s a rant
About the tiny ant.

We see them parade in an orderly line,
A habit that sounds just fine.

Carrying weights heavier than them,
Showing us how hard work turns into beautiful gems.

They work as a team to get work done,
Making us believe that together we can even reach the sun.

The ants come out after a rain,
Teaching us survival and overcoming pain.

They’re always fond of sugar and sweets,
Reminding us to cover food and be neat.

Sometimes they will give us a tiny prick,
Alerting us that violence is as bad as being sick.

Hard to believe this tiny creature
Is full of wisdom in miniature.

30, Soldier Daddy © Ashlee McCarty

I am a small and precious child,
My dad’s been sent to fight.
The only place I’ll see him is in my dreams tonight.
He will be gone too many days
For my little brain to count.
I may be sad, but I am PROUD.
My daddy’s got your back.

31, Why Me? © Barbara Vance

If you have to ask Why me?
When you’re feeling really blue,
When the world has turned against you
And you don’t know what to do,
When it pours colossal raindrops,
And the road’s a winding mess,
And you’re feeling more confused
Than you ever could express,

When the saddened sun won’t shine,
When the stars will not align,
When you’d rather be
Inside your bed,
The covers pulled
Above your head,
When life is something
That you dread,
And you have to ask Why me? . . .

Then when the world seems right and true,
When rain has left a gentle dew,
When you feel happy being you,
Please ask yourself, Why me? then, too.

32, I’m Glad To Be Me © Anonymous

I look in the mirror
And what do I see,
I see the me
No one else can be.

I am precious
I am glad to be me,
My hair, my cafe,
My presonality

My size, my shape,
The color of my skin
All make up me
Outside and in

33, If © Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

34, Grandpa’s Lesson © Randall W. West

Though Grandpa was a quiet man, he taught his lessons well.
He showed me ways to understand with stories I still tell.

The first time I had lost a game, he told me what to do.
So now, my son, in Grandpa’s name I’ll do the same to you.

Hold your head up proudly and wipe that tear out of your eye.
You still can be a winner, but winners never cry.

You’ve just reached the place in life where winners all begin.
You have to know the taste of loss to savor any win.

If you want to see a rainbow, you’ll have to take the rain.
If you want to be successful, you have to take the strain.

If you want to be a winner and hold your head up high,
you have to know just how to lose, ’cause winners never cry.

You could win most any game and jump and shout for joy.
That’s a part of life that’s shared by every growing boy.

But here’s a thought for little guys who join the ranks of men.
A winner is the loser who can suck it up and try again.

35, Message From Nature © Kshma Lal

The mountains tell me, hold your head high.
Whatever be the problem, look it in the eye.

The rivers tell me, don’t look behind.
March on ahead, till your goal you find.

The sea tells me, have depth of character.
The waves call out, don’t forget your laughter!

The trees tell me, do good to one and all.
Let go of the past, like I let my leaves fall.

The sun tells me, you must go on shining.
In every dark cloud, be the silver lining.

Have a look at nature, and you will see,
There’s so much to learn, just like me!

36, My Penny © Jim Hollingsworth

I found a penny upon the walk.
A rich boy I am…that was my thought.

The things I can buy at the store…
I shall not want for anything anymore.

I can travel the world to far off lands
and visit places with shifting sands.

I can sail the ocean’s seven seas.
Nothing else will I ever need.

Maybe put my penny in my bank.
That’s what I will do…I think.

There are many things a penny can buy,
but alas, a young lad am I.

So I will give it to the church
for the needy, for the homeless…this will work.

Count your blessing every day.
You, too, may find a penny along your way.

If you do, then remember all who need.
It’s much better to give than to receive.

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