Category: Books

LIFE IS A STAGE

And we all must play our part. Running in and out of situations, that may be doomed from the start.

It’s not where you finish, it’s where you start. Sometimes your left hand may not know what your right hand is doing, but at least you have a start.

In order to blaze into the future you must come out of the dark, and turn on the light to your future, this is where you start.
Because time waits for no one, it just brings you out of the dark.

So just remember from a little acorn – comes the mighty oak. Because life is a stage, and we must all play our part.

By Lenny Jaynes

 

BIG DREAMS 

I remember when I was a teenager back in the day. When I walked all alone down by the stream – when no one was home.

I would dream of Big Dreams, while I was all alone. Oh, maybe one day I would walk on the moon.

But now I’m a father with kids of my own. As strange as it may seem, that doesn’t stop my Big Dream. Because as my kids get older, they may have the same dream.

As the days come and go and I get a little older I stop and I think it may not be me.

But maybe I’ll see my kids walk on the moon. It’s only – a Fathers Big Dream.

Because dreams never get old, when you Believe – in a Fathers Big Dream.

Maybe one day, we’ll all meet together – on the moon.

By Lenny Jaynes 

WHAT I LOVE THE MOST

Cream in my coffee, butter on my toast and eggs over easy, and you as my wife.

It took a long time to find you, as I look from coast to coast. But now that I have found you, it’s you I love the most.

When days are dark and gloomy, and I stumble out of bed, and I look around and I can’t find you. Because you already went ahead,

To put cream in my coffee, butter on my toast, and eggs over easy. That’s why it’s you – I love the most.

By Lenny Jaynes

A MOTHER’S PRAYER

When I close my eyes at night, I pray through the tears of pure delight.

Knowing I taught my children to stand up right, and to walk with pride and never look back.

While staying on the right track and staying within the walls of their faith. This is why they will never walk alone.

When they stop and listen – to a mother that cares, while holding on – to a mother’s prayer.

By Lenny Jaynes

Spring is singing

Crescent Moon shining in the sky, winter saying it’s last goodbyes.
Shadows dancing on Frozen ponds, spring is singing I’m coming home.
Rain starts falling from the sky, winter is saying its last goodbyes.
Spring is singing I’m coming home. Flowers are pushing from beneath the snow.
Spring is still singing, I’m coming home. Rain is falling from up above to wash away the fallen snow.
But yet, spring is still singing I’m coming home. Look for me it won’t be long – spring is singing, I’m coming home, look for me it won’t be long.

By Lenny Jaynes