There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real! When the door of happiness closes, another opens; but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one, which has been opened for us. Don't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile. Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do. May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches. When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying by Patrick Mensah. The Person I Long To Be The day light breaks again Another day has begun. But still no sleep has come. My body is weary My mind overworked. I lie awake thinking But what I am unsure. I need to break free from the cycle I endure. Everyday is the same and the nights are undistinguished. I feel as though I am being pushed along with the tide Unable to break free from the everyday flow. This is not me I need to change, before time takes over And I am unable to change. I need to be freed from the grasp of ordinary And become that person I have always longed for. Express myself in every way, and conquer the dreams as I lie awake. Then I may fall asleep and put my mind to rest. Make changes in my life and help those in need. I would like to touch everyone's life in a positive way And leave my mark on society before I fade away by Patrick Mensah. THE WORLD IS AGAINST ME The world is against me," he said with a sigh. "Somebody stops every scheme that I try. The world has me down and it's keeping me there; I don't get a chance. Oh, the world is unfair! When a fellow is poor then he can't get a show; The world is determined to keep him down low." "What of Abe Lincoln?" I asked. "Would you say That he was much richer than you are to-day? He hadn't your chance of making his mark, And his outlook was often exceedingly dark; Yet he clung to his purpose with courage most grim And he got to the top. Was the world against him?" "What of Ben Franklin? I've oft heard it said That many a time he went hungry to bed. He started with nothing but courage to climb, But patiently struggled and waited his time. He dangled awhile from real poverty's limb, Yet he got to the top. Was the world against him? "I could name you a dozen, yes, hundreds, I guess, Of poor boys who've patiently climbed to success; All boys who were down and who struggled alone, Who'd have thought themselves rich if your fortune they'd known; Yet they rose in the world you're so quick to condemn, And I'm asking you now, was the world against them?" by Patrick Mensah Changing Leaves The changing leaves of autumn colored brightly red and gold, Also bring a warning of the coming winter cold. As the wind is changing from the milder summer breeze, You can feel the difference as it echoes through the trees. As I shuffle down the path leading through the park, As the days grow shorter now and soon it will be dark. I realize that life is like the seasons we live through, Life is like the changing seasons always changing too. Basking in the warmth of life in the summer sun, Never giving thought to when these summer days are done. But before we realize the cold wind starts to blow, And our basking summer sun turns colder with the snow. Only then we realize that life has changed so fast, Only then we realize that nothing ever lasts. Life goes through the seasons as the years accumulate, Many times we long for summer when it is too late. Life is meant for living and enjoying each new day, Life is meant for loving those you meet along the way. Never spend your summer years just basking in the sun, Unless each minute that you spend is with a special one. People need each other to enjoy the trip through life, A very special partner or a husband or a wife. Alone you can enjoy the beauty that is everywhere, But there is a special meaning when with someone you can share. Life is like a changing tree with brightly colored leaves, Your family and your friends and you can be compared to these. In autumn when the leaves start changing colors, they will fall, One by one until the branches have released them all. If I be like a changing leaf among one of life's trees, And all my friends and family were also such as these. And autumn was not just for me as counted from my birth, But autumn season spoken here was for the entire earth. Then are we in the autumn season foretold from the past? Could the colored leaves now falling be the very last? Are the signs and wonders now upon us really true? Or will there be another spring when all things will be new? I as a single leaf will someday have my time to leave, As those who went before me leaving me to sometime grieve. But someday in that final autumn at the final call, Should I still be clinging there when all the leaves will fall. I only want to realize that in this autumn season, I had a purpose in this would and my life had a reason. To live and love and enjoy life for all that it is worth, But only if the lives I've touched had meaning and a purpose. No one knows whose life they touch or who they will embrace, Just by actions that they do or being face to face. But your life will be noticed as the brightly colored trees, As either brilliant beauty or a pile of dried up leaves. by Patrick Mensah. Changing Leaves The changing leaves of autumn colored brightly red and gold, Also bring a warning of the coming winter cold. As the wind is changing from the milder summer breeze, You can feel the difference as it echoes through the trees. As I shuffle down the path leading through the park, As the days grow shorter now and soon it will be dark. I realize that life is like the seasons we live through, Life is like the changing seasons always changing too. Basking in the warmth of life in the summer sun, Never giving thought to when these summer days are done. But before we realize the cold wind starts to blow, And our basking summer sun turns colder with the snow. Only then we realize that life has changed so fast, Only then we realize that nothing ever lasts. Life goes through the seasons as the years accumulate, Many times we long for summer when it is too late. Life is meant for living and enjoying each new day, Life is meant for loving those you meet along the way. Never spend your summer years just basking in the sun, Unless each minute that you spend is with a special one. People need each other to enjoy the trip through life, A very special partner or a husband or a wife. Alone you can enjoy the beauty that is everywhere, But there is a special meaning when with someone you can share. Life is like a changing tree with brightly colored leaves, Your family and your friends and you can be compared to these. In autumn when the leaves start changing colors, they will fall, One by one until the branches have released them all. If I be like a changing leaf among one of life's trees, And all my friends and family were also such as these. And autumn was not just for me as counted from my birth, But autumn season spoken here was for the entire earth. Then are we in the autumn season foretold from the past? Could the colored leaves now falling be the very last? Are the signs and wonders now upon us really true? Or will there be another spring when all things will be new? I as a single leaf will someday have my time to leave, As those who went before me leaving me to sometime grieve. But someday in that final autumn at the final call, Should I still be clinging there when all the leaves will fall. I only want to realize that in this autumn season, I had a purpose in this would and my life had a reason. To live and love and enjoy life for all that it is worth, But only if the lives I've touched had meaning and a purpose. No one knows whose life they touch or who they will embrace, Just by actions that they do or being face to face. But your life will be noticed as the brightly colored trees, As either brilliant beauty or a pile of dried up leaves. BY PATRICK MENSAH.