And In The End, As Time Goes By... - By: Jan Pawel Lary Lubek 11/2001 Well as time goes by... We can only sigh, Because I know what you lost, I know a friend like me is truly the most, Worth more than gold that can never be sold or bought. As you go thru life... A life filled with thorns sharp as a knive, Do know, I wanted to be there for you, Here and everywhere. I wanted to share your day, I have proven myself, I wanted to be there all the way. In good & in bad you were always on my mind, Now... go ahead, somebody better you find !!! I dont think you ever will, So with this - you can deal. You had your chance, but you punctured it with your evil lance. To you, I was always a big fool, over that thought you will always drool! For a friend, love, care like this, Only comes once in a Blue Moon! And if you dont believe me, You will find out soon or later, but you will find out for sure!!! ---------------------------------------- Bible says to look for the things which are ahead but that is somewhat of a misnomer because one needs to get rid of its monkey(s) of its back to look ahead: Outlook - By: Elenore Lee White & Jan Pawel Lary Lubek When memory haunts me with the past, Recounting joys that did not last, I turn my back on what is dead, And look (with enchantment) ahead (It's not that easy in reality)! Roses are red, Me & you have never really met, Shery-baby, dont ever forget that. Violets are blue, My love for you was always so 102% true !!! --------------------------------------------------------------------- My Best Friend - By: Bruce B. Wilmer You're a friend who passes Every warm and heartfelt test For being there and being true And being very best. You're the one who hears my thoughts And understands my thinking. You are the one who senses first What attitudes are sinking. You know all the strengths And all the weaknesses of me. You know when I need support And when to disagree. You and I confide & share The secrets of the soul. You know when a friend should help Or gently yield control. You are where the heart finds comfort, Where the mind is free. You are more than just a friend; You are more than company. You are where the spirit rests, Where tensions disappear. You are where I find myself, When life is here, you are (so) near. --------------------------------------------------- My Hiding Place - By: Loise Pinkerton Fritz You are my hiding place, Lord, Whenever storms arise... In the brightest daylight Or in the dark of night, Storms of doubt & illness, Or storms of loneliness, Storms of grief or sorrow And storms of restlessness. You're my hiding place, Lord; It is to You I turn When the waves of trouble Begin to churn & churn. You can lift my burdens And calm my every fear; You are my hiding place, Lord, And You are always near. ---------------------- Good Things - By: Frank Keith Dont you believe it, It cannot be true, That good things just happen, For the favorite few (And not to you - Lubek)... If an author sat down, Without hope or endeavor, No books would be born, Thou he sat there forever. If an artist stood still, With his gift in his (head or) hand, No paintings could come, Of a century's stand. No good is produced, Except by a will, That worships its work, And develops its skill... And the best things result, When people expend, Their labors of love, To the glorious end. Dust Bowl Blues - By: Woody Guthrie I spent ten years down in that old dust bowl, Yes, I spent 10 years down in that old dust bowl, When you get that dust pneumony, boy, it's time to go. Yes, it turned my farm into a pile of sand, pile of sand, I had to hit that road with a bottle in my hand. I had a gal and she was young and sweet, yes, young and sweet, But a dust storm buried her sixteen hundred feet, sixteen hundred feet. She was a good gal, long, tall and stout, Yea, she was a good gal, long, tall and stout. I had to get a steam shovel just to dig my darlin' sweety out. Rewritten By: Jan Lubek Nida, Copyright circa 2/2002 Just a dream that may never repeat - By: Jan Lubek 'Da Man, Da Cream of Da Crop' ------------------------------------ I was glad I found you, But it was all just a dream, I wanted to be a friend in need And a pal in deed. You are too inexperienced to know the meaning of true friendship, Some day you you may realize it when you get to be older, But the truth and wisdom may be long gone by then, So sad, admit it, dont be mad. Roses are red, Violets are blue, We lost each other, that's so true. Know, I will not be missing you. Every Day - By: Jan Lubek ----------- Know & Remember... Each and everyday, A day is taken for granted. You think as if the next one will always be there tomorrow ?!! Wow, your thoughts... what sorrow. Well pal, guess what ? It will not always be a tomorrow, Today may be your last day, So live your life as if it were your last day, Do good to all, take good care of your soul. And have a good say !!! Keep your friends too, You dont know what they can do for you !!! When it's too late, they are gone, Gone like the evening sun !!! MEMORIES - By: Jan Pawel Lary Lubek, 4/2002 ---------- Memories, pressed between the pages of my life. Memories, locked deep inside my mind. Memories, things that hold good and bad, Memories, life is even there, I find, Memories, keep them always alive, Memories, they don't have to be sad, Memories, it's something you can count on, son !!! It depands how you use em, It depands how your cruise 'em, They can be something special, And they can be really experiential !!! Yesterday's Memory - By: Katherine Smith Matheney -------------------- Yesterday's gone... It slipped quietly away, Memories are varied That we cherish today. Sweet, loving moments That are so precious in time, God-given pictures Of beauty sublime. Waste not one hour God has given today, Soon they are memories We cherish "our way." Dawn comes the morning Of beauty so rare, Sunrise of splendor In His loving care! The Song Book Of The Salvation Army - By: Henry Williams Baker ------------------------------------- The King of love my Shepher is, Whose goodness faileth never; I nothing lack if I am His And He is mine forever. Where streams of living water flow My ransomed soul He leadeth, And where the verdant pastures grow With food celestial feedeth. Perverse and foolish of I strayed, But yet in love He sought me, And on His shoulder gently laid, And home, rejoicing, brought me. In death's dark vale I fear no ill With Thee, dear Lord, beside me; Thy rod and staff my comfort still, Thy corss before to guide me. And so through all the length of days They goodness faileth neverl Good Sphepherd, may I sing Thy praise Within Thy house forever. Lead me, guide me, along my way, for if you lead me, I can not stray!? - Lubek I (BABCIA WANDZIA) DID NOT DIE - By: Anonymous -------------------------------- -IN MEMORY OF JAN PAUL LARY LUBEK & BABCIA WANDZIA NIDA, LUBEK'S DEAREST GRANDMA Do not stand at my grave & weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a 1000 winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave & cry; I am not there. I did not die. - Marsal Ljupce - Jan Pawel Lary Lubek/Ivan Pavle Lary Luubek Ljupce