Most of the time our days go through just like the last

But we all have days that were much different in our past

 

Some of those days were fun and full of cheer

While others in our life were full of sadness or fear

 

What must have gone though the mind of my Mother

When she lived through a terrifying day like no other

 

That was the day she was told my father was dead

She had to have been terrified of what lied ahead

 

She was only a young mother with six kids to feed

How would she provide for the things six kids need

 

She thought her life through and put aside the sorrow she felt

And said I must get to work and play the cards I was dealt

 

My Mom she was fighter and refused to ever quit

Raising six small children while never complaining one bit

 

She conquered sorrow that would have devastated most I am glad

And she became a true hero and fighter the day we lost Dad

 

From My World To Yours,

Bob Baker

Today I woke up planning just another normal day

But when you sat down beside me what could I say

 

With your coffee in hand and your hair all a mess

I looked at you and I thought how truly I’m blessed

 

Then that often heard question that comes from your lips

“What you want to do today” just like a rehearsed script

 

We go back and forth and each say we don’t care

So we always just get in the car and travel somewhere

 

It may be into the city or to the beach and sit in the sand

It may be to a movie but as always never well planned

 

There is one thing in our life that will always remain true

It doesn’t matter what we do as long as I spend the day with you

 

From My World To Yours,

Bob Baker

 

Through all of these years that we’ve been together

And all the ups and downs together we have weathered

 

The one thing that has always been there for sure

Is that no matter what happened our love would endure

 

Many Birthdays for us both have since come and gone

And yet through them all we manage to still carry on

 

The true test of one’s love is not through laughter and smiles

But sustaining that love through life’s turmoil and trials

 

Looking back my life has been good this is true

And a big part of the reason is it was with you

 

So as you set out on your next trip around the sun

I’ll be there with you through the sadness and fun

 

From My World To Yours,

Bob Baker

There was a time in our past and it wasn’t long ago

When everyone on the street were people you know

 

As you walked down the street you waved and said hi

And they wondered where you were going when you drove by

 

My Grandmother was always humming while shelling her peas

In her duster with stockings rolled down to her knees

 

I would always stop and visit when I saw her out there

And we would talk about life in her white rocking chairs

 

We all knew what was happening all over the town

Because neighbors would stop to spread the gossip around

 

You knew who was having a baby and who got fired from their job

You knew who was sneaking out drinking and who was a snob

 

We looked out for each other and all of our neighbors we knew

Because you grew up in a house and your family never moved

 

Sadly this kind of life simply burned out like the wik of a torch

As American families quit building houses with a front porch

 

From My World To Yours,

Bob Baker

 

While eating my lunch today I was looking at my phone

I wasn’t reading news or email I was in that Facebook zone

 

What has happened to people and the way that we tend to think

When we can’t put our phone and Facebook down even while we eat

 

You look around a restaurant and everyone’s the same

They are no longer talking with each other and that’s a total shame

 

You see people driving down the road not looking out ahead

Because they are busy checking Facebook to see what someone said

 

I believe for Facebook some people would sell their very soul

Like an addiction in their life Facebook has complete control

 

Then you have the people that devourer every Facebook post

And totally ignore people and things in life that really matter most

 

It seems we all know people that are friends of me and you

That sadly live life thinking if it’s on Facebook it must be true

 

From My World To Yours,

Bob Baker

 

I had to run to Walmart just the other day

The parking lot was full and parking was far away

 

I drove around looking for an empty parking spot

Round and round I drove for what seemed an awful lot

 

Then it occurred to me what was causing such a mess

There’s something going on here that’s causing all this stress

 

It is the use of something way more than we need

Though there is a certain need on this I must agree

 

But I feel in these modern times we sure got carried away

By making way to many of these and seems like more each day

 

I say that from now on when building brand new parking lots

You don’t need to put in all that damn many handicap spots

 

From My World To Yours,

Bob Baker

When all of us in Florida wake up for a new summer day

As we drink our morning coffee before we go on our way

 

We turn on the news and to see what the weather has in store

You can bet the weather man will say the same as the day before

 

The summer weather here in Florida is the same most every day

It will be hot maybe 100 then mid afternoon rain comes our way

 

The humidity here is treacherous and can be very hard to bear

So we wear something loose and cool and if it’s real hot no underwear

 

By evening the temperature is falling to something we can all stand

Allowing you to sit on your porch with a cold beer and a fan

 

But a few times every summer things tend to get exciting I must say

That’s when the weather man says a hurricane is coming straight our way

 

We run out to buy beer and Vienna sausage and all the batteries in the store

Then we all get together and eat and drink while just riding out the storm

 

From My World To Yours,

Bob Baker

Some come by car some come by truck and some even come by bus

If they think you got their parking spot they flick you off and cuss

 

Some are dressed in Sunday best while others do not care

Maybe its pajamas and bedroom slippers some even choose to wear

 

They get a new battery for the car and a brand new kitchen rug

Then pick up toys for the kids and Grandma’s prescription drugs

 

While they shop they get their taxes done and glasses with new frames

And some of the kids hang out at the door playing the arcade games

 

There is something there for everyone no matter what you like

Whether it’s watches, guns, hamburger meat or maybe a new bike

 

When I go there it’s always fun to watch the people and the sites

I swear there is no better place to go than Walmart on Saturday night

 

From My World To Yours,

Bob Baker

Christmas when Santa brought you that brand new bike

Gazing through the bakery counter picking what you like

 

Going out on that first date with the one you love

Or the day your child was Baptized accepting the Lord above

 

It could be your high school graduation or your Senior Prom

Maybe just sitting on the front porch talking with your Mom

 

Was it your wedding day or the day your child was born

It might be for you the first night spent in your college dorm

 

We all have in our past these special times that stand out

They come and go in an instant but effect our life no doubt

 

They are upon us then they’re gone like the wind blows away a feather

And we are just left standing there wishing if this could only last forever

 

From My World To Yours,

Bob Baker

I saw a lady walk into a store just the other day

When the man walking in front of her let the door go in her face

 

Then when I checked out of there the cashier never said boo

She could have least smiled and said hi and how are you

 

As you watch people today they really can be very rude

Whatever happened to people saying “PLEASE” and “THANK YOU” 

 

You never see people holding the door open for another

Hell I bet most today would even slam it on their mother

 

When I was growing up we were taught courtesy and grace

You got up and offered your seat when a lady walked in the place

 

We would never have dreamed of not saying “YES MA’AM” or “THANK YOU”

Because if my Momma ever saw it you would when she got through

 

Life seems to be changing and in some ways not for the best

But I was raised to have GOOD MANNERS, for this I’m very blessed

 

From My World To Yours,

Bob Baker

While going through a little town just the other day

I saw an man carrying a garbage bag and struggling from the weight

 

There was no doubt by the way he looked his life was not much fun

He was wearing dirty ragged clothes carrying his possessions in the sun

 

This started me thinking about where his life went wrong

Family problems or mental illness that had been going on to long   

 

Was this man a business man or a forgotten veteran of war

And is he doomed to live life this way from now to evermore

 

I have been through hard times just like most of you

But I knew I had family there to always get me through

 

I hope I will never go hungry and have a roof over my head

I hope I never have to dig in garbage to find old food or bread

 

It’s hard to imagine what went wrong in his life or why

But as so many out there he lives life just getting by

 

From My World To Yours,

Bob Baker

As we travel down the highway we see them everyday

Sometimes we flash our lights to move them out of the way

 

These are the truckers than move everything we need to buy

And without these tireless heroes of the road we could not get by

 

Everything we eat or drink and on the bed at night we lie

At some point it was on a truck traveling through the night

 

The trucker is always away from their family and their friends

Hauling everything we need from our food to a Mercedes Benz

 

They travel through the rain and snow seven days a week

They have to deliver their load on time sometimes with little sleep

 

While most of us go home at 5 eat and then sit down and relax

The truckers are waiting to get loaded for the that long haul going back

 

Christmas Day while you’re at home with your spouse and your kids

Some lonely trucker is behind the wheel wishing he was home with his

 

From My World To Yours,

Bob Baker

Sunday while driving in eastern Kentucky

I was down in the dumps when I got lucky

 

There on my left was a little country church

With a bunch of cars and trucks all covered in dirt

 

Then I said to myself this looks like a great place

I’ll find me a seat in a pew that has a space

 

Then the preacher took the stage and he began to roar

About how we’re sinners and will burn in hell ever more

 

He then picked up a bucket and swung it at the crowd

And people started chanting and crying out loud

 

There were snakes all flying across those church pews

I’m not sure how many but I guarantee a 100 or two

 

A lady caught one flying at us and thank God she didn’t miss

Then looked straight in it’s eyes and gave it a big ole kiss

 

I decided it was time to go and run toward the door

But when I looked down snakes were all over the floor

 

My legs began to tremble and I had nowhere to run

But I knew I to get out cause kissing snakes ain’t fun

 

I jumped from pew to pew until at last I was out the door

I can say without a doubt I ain’t going to that snake church no more

 

From My World To Yours,

Bob Baker

 

It sits there proudly in the corn field, on the hill there all alone

With shutters hanging and paint peeling, its years are surely shown

 

Beside her and behind that broken and faded old white picket fence

Old time family members were placed so after life could commence

 

The grounds are now ragged and covered with years of growth

For the youngsters they all grew up and moved away years ago

 

There are no families living out in this countryside anymore

No more church bells ringing or folks seeking shelter in a storm

 

Where there once were church socials with Martha’s famous pie

Now the church hall sits empty and the wind sounds like it cries

 

The church pews are broken and dusty and falling on the floor

For in it’s soul it knows there will never be sermons like before

 

There will be no more singing or Easter Egg hunts in the yard

Yes, looking at this Little Country Church that is falling down is hard

 

From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

I was thinking about the life that the kids live today

With video games, cell phones and not going out to play

 

They have no reason anymore to hang on the telephone

The way we did for hours when our parents weren’t at home

 

If they want to breakup with a girl they just send her a short text

They don’t even talk about whose fault it was or try for makeup sex

 

They don’t run out of gas and have their friends push the car home

Now they just call Mom and Dad’s motor club on their new I- phone

 

They don’t know what it’s like to work a job each day after school

And earn their own money to pay for their own car and their fuel

 

They will never sit under a shade tree in summer with an RC and Moon Pie

Now they all go to McDonald’s drive thru for a Latte and some fries

 

They have no school pride or spirit it seems like anymore

The way we did on Friday nights at dances on the gym floor

 

We could not wait for summer and for school again in the fall

Now they’re all being home schooled and will surely miss this all

 

From My World To Yours,

Bob Baker