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For My PHAmily

Bro.BruceBenjamin

Premium Member
For My PHAmily

My mother was addicted
to drugs my father the
bottle in whose footsteps
I will never follow

Told me I would
never be anything
shaddered any hope
I had let alone any dreams

From the darkness
into the light
my eyes opened by the
words let their be light

I live my life
on the level
finished off by the trowel
resisting the influence of the devil

Divide your time wisely
I am the 24 inch gavel
don't mistreat others be plumb
and squared up in all your travels

Embrace all with wisdom, beauty and truth
love your neighbor as yourself
I am the master of myself
respect to all following the line of Ruth

These things I find all to be true
having been tried never denied
ready to be tried again
as I travel to the east forever blue

raising three fingers
raising five fingers
raising seven fingers
all at u … ….. …....​
Copyright © 2010 Poetic Ministries​
 

PHA KD#50

Registered User
I did not write this, I saw it on a website somewhere and thought I would share it...

Masonic poems

Those Men Who Wear Those Mason Rings

Those men who help my dad each day,
They wear those Mason's rings,
A Square and Compass set in gold,
The praise of which I sing.

My dad, he hurt his back you know,
One cold and wintery day.
He slipped and fell upon the ice,
The insurance would not pay.

And since that time those rings I see,
On hands that help us much,
With mowing lawns and hauling trash,
Each day my heart they touch.

They even built a house for me,
Amid our backyard tree,
Where all the neighbour's kids,
Would play with laughter full of glee.

My Mum she cried with happiness,
The time the Mason's came,
To aid our family in distress,
Without a thought of gain.

And when I'm big, just like my Dad,
Of this it must be told,
I want to wear a ring like his,
A Square and Compass gold.

Long years have passed since when,
My Dad was in that plaster cast,
And since then I've sworn that Solemn Oath,
Which unites us to the last.

But more than that I'm proud to say,
I wear his Mason's ring.
The one Dad wore for many years,
Until his death this Spring.

And one last time his comrades came,
To aid my weeping Mother,
They praised and bid a fond farewell,
To our fallen Brother.

And after which MY son did ask,
About their aprons white,
And of the rings upon their hands,
Of gold so shiny bright.

With tearful eyes I said with pride,
They're men of spirit pure,
Those men who wear those Mason's rings,
Of that you can be sure.

And before he went to bed that night,
The family he foretold,
Someday I'll wear a ring like dad's,
A Square and Compass Gold.

By W:. Bro:. Michael R. Strampe
P:.M:. Lake Lodge No.189 Milwaukee, Wisconsin


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