When it comes to money

When it comes to money, no one’s your friend
They’re jealous of you
And what you can spend

When it comes to money, no one’s your friend
If they ask for money
Don't give them or lend

When it comes to money, no one’s your friend
How you spend your money
May often offend

When it comes to money, no one’s your friend
Donations they'll seek
Telling you where to send

When it comes to money, no one’s your friend
They may seem to like you
It might be pretend

When it comes to money, no one’s your friend
But if they have money
The friendship will blend

By, Randee Saber 6/12/06

Me, Myself and I

Me, myself and I
We wave and say hi
We try hard not to cry

We always share our food
We're never mean or rude
We've never had a feud

We travel everywhere
We sit in the same chair
We've seen each other bare

Me, myself and I
We'll never say goodbye
Together we will die

By, Randee Saber 6/7/07

Forgot what I was going to say

I had a thought
I had something to say
It no longer mattered
The thought went away

I was distracted
And lost this thought
I tried to remember
So hard I fought

Was it important
And did it matter
I can’t believe
My thought would scatter

Soon I’ll remember
What I had to say
As you leave the room
And you walk away

By, Randee Saber 6/30/06

Time heals all wounds

Time heals all wounds
I think it’s untrue
And shouldn’t refer
To me and you

Wounds leave scars
On your body and mind
It’s hard to forget
When someone’s unkind

The loss of a leg
An arm or an eye
Can never be healed
It’s obvious why

All wounds won’t heal
With the passage of time
Like torturing those
Who committed no crime

By, Randee Saber 8/6/07

You do have compassion

Don’t be too nice
Don’t be too fair
What you have earned
You don’t have to share

Think of the rich
Get rid of the poor
Tear down their homes
That’s progress, for sure

You need to exploit
Those who are weak
Who lack the power
And can not speak

You must be ruthless
Because you are greedy
Show no concern
For those who are needy

You do have compassion
I must confess
At a charity ball
In your $1,000 dress

By, Randee Saber 1/28/06

Sunday is Church Day

Sunday is the day
When people often pray
At a church nearby
Because they’re off that day

Even when they’re tired
They force themselves to go
It’s a Sunday habit
The only one they know

Alone or with their family
They’ll listen to the preacher
Who speaks of loving-kindness
And is their Sunday teacher

When people are in need
The church will open doors
Reaching out to others
Putting cots on floors

Churches feed the hungry
They also clothe the poor
They maintain a food bank
A free convenience store

The singles go to dances
At church they’d rather meet
Instead of taking chances
With someone on the street

In need of food or prayers
You're welcome at my church
Our doors are always open
No need for you to search

By, Randee Saber 6/30/06

Actions speak louder than words

You say that I’m your friend
But won’t return my call
A kind of friend like you
I do not need at all

You say that I’m your friend
But think you have to know
The money that I have
So I say you must go

You say that I’m your friend
But when I was depressed
You avoided me
To help me, you’d protest

You say that I’m your friend
But you’ve excluded me
To be with other people
That's where you choose to be

A friend returns a call
And takes you to the mall

Doesn’t care about your money
Stays with you when days aren't sunny

It must be give and take
Or the friendship’s just a fake

By, Randee Saber 8/4/07