Your Decision

When we wake up this morning and begin to face the day

We all have to make a choice as we awake and go our way


Some of us will choose to be happy and just glad to be alive

Others will take the path of self pity without even knowing why


Why do some people live their life dwelling on their daily woes

Feeling sorry for themselves before the floor touches their toes


We see them at the stores where we shop and in our work place

We all know who they are and can tell by the look on their face


We ask how they are doing but know what the answer will be

It is one of sadness and despair the same each day you see


Then you ask the simple question what could be so bad

Then they tell it’s just a bad day and to me that’s just so sad


There are people that choose to live their life in total misery

These folks have been in this world throughout our history


But to me I refuse to make the choice of not to cherish every day

I want to live each day to the fullest and enjoy life on the way


You see to me a bad day in life is something I refuse it to exist

But there have been a few along the way that I could have missed


So as we start out today on our journey that we all will take

Whether you have a bad day or great day is your decision to make


From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker


Southern Culture

My Mother was always Momma and is until this day

My Father is Daddy and never called any another way


I never answered Momma not saying “Yes Mam” or “No Mam”

Always had Sunday dinner at noon with fried chicken or baked ham


I open doors for people who are behind me in the line

And always say “You’re welcome” and “Glad to anytime”


To every waitress in the restaurant “Honey” is my name

If you didn’t say “Thank you” Momma said “I’m so ashamed”


We all turn out for the funerals of everyone in our town

Doesn’t matter if you like them just look sad and have a frown


I always take time to give directions to strangers passing by

They always include a history of the road and I’m not sure why


Southerners they say don’t talk or tell a story very fast

I just like to color the picture so your enjoyment will long last


I work hard for my money and always take time to pray

This is just part of my southern culture I’m very proud to say


From My World to Yours,

Bo Baker

Newspaper Joy Lost

As I sit here in this quite hotel lobby I see a sad dying scene

Something very simple that bring great memories back to me


There upon the counter looking lonely and kind of sad

There sat the morning paper not one person wanted or had


There used to be a time when the paper started everyone’s day

The first thing each morning was to see what they had to say


The best part of my week was Sunday morning on the couch

My wife at one end with me and the news paper spread about


We would read each other stories of things around the town

And look and see how much pork chops were on sale a pound


The weekly ads were something that everyone talked about

You had to hurry to the Winn Dixie before sale items all ran out


You knew who was in the hospital and who had legal woes

You knew the football scores and who had a sale on clothes


Now we get our news online and from cable TV shows

No longer have a paper boy on his bike with newspapers to throw


Those days have disappeared now and never will return

The joy of reading the morning paper our kids will never learn


From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

Never a Bad Day

There is something about a fall morning that brings comfort to me

Not sure if it’s the weather or just the color of the leaves that I see


Sometimes we are in a hurry and don’t take time to just stop

And look around and be thankful for everything we have got


I don’t mean the big things like houses, boats and cars

I’m talking about the falling fall leaves or clear midnight stars


You know the little things in life that money can not buy

That the good Lord blessed us with and I’m not sure why


But we need to just take a deep breath and slowly look around

And admire the beauty around if just a fallen leaf on the ground


I try to remember how blessed I am in my own special way

And I promise you will never hear me say that I’ve had a bad day


From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

A Child’s Tragedy

I opened my eyes today and saw the world for the first time

Looked around and saw a mommy and daddy who appeared to be mine


Everyone looked so happy that this day had finally arrived

I knew love is something that I would never be deprived


My world seemed so happy as I learned lots of new stuff

Then I’m not sure what happened but things seemed to get rough


My mommy wasn’t happy and daddy always was mad

Then this loving world of mine turned into a place very sad


All I wanted was a safe happy world to have as a home

You know a place I could be safe in to play and to roam


But this safe happy home has turned to terror and fear

Where every time my daddy is mad I cry when he comes near


I’m not sure what I did to deserve to be treated like this

But the mommy and daddy I used to know are really missed


The constant fighting and anger fill this house every day

Why can’t someone please make this pain and fear go away


Most of you can’t understand or believe the life I have to endure

But just look at your own town’s children and you will see me I’m sure


From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

A Home

We all have different opinions of what makes a house a home
They all may look a little different in every town we may roam

As we drive from town to town throughout this vast great land
We will see different kinds of houses from New York to Dixieland

Now some houses may be beautiful with a white painted picket fence
While others may be in need of repair that to us might make no sense

But we will never know what lies behind that front door and the walls
The love, fear or maybe the misfortune of the residents in them all

Some people feel that what makes a home is how big the structure stands
Where in fact what makes a house a home is the family’s loving hands

It doesn’t matter if the house has four rooms or maybe even ten
The house will only become a home from whatever lies within

A home is a place where love and joy and memories take first place
A place where children want to come home too for it is their safe space

A home is a loving place no matter whether it is big or small
Whether it sits on a quiet little street or high rise standing tall

So if you want your house to truly become a loving home today
It can only come from your heart within and not from where you stay

From My World to Yours,
Bob Baker

Coffee in my Hand

I love this time of year when the weather begins to change

How fast it goes from summer to fall always seems so strange


You go from sleeping in the closed up house running cold AC

To sleeping with your windows open feeling the night’s cool breeze


In Florida it goes from walking outside and suddenly covered in sweat

To rocking on the screen porch and being as comfortable as it gets


The squirrels are busy in the yard digging for acorns to store for winter food

I’m just sitting with my coffee in hand as the sun arises in complete solitude


I sure do love when the weather cools down it creates happiness in the air

People are in such better moods and you see them outside everywhere


People in our little town put on their sweaters and take walks around the town

It’s like people move at a slower pace and loose that scorching hot frown


It’s like everyone takes the time to walk slower maybe even stop and say hello

And people seem to enjoy this weather as the fall evening breeze lightly blows


The seasons in this southern state don’t change as in the states up north

But when it gets to 60 degrees you can bet we will be bundled up of course


So as the seasons turn from summer to fall in states throughout this great land

I’ll sit here on the porch rocking enjoying the weather with my coffee in my hand


From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

Don’t Even Take a Map

Some people in life feel they need a bunch of expensive toys

Like fancy boats and exotic cars to feel their need for joy


Some people get their fun from expensive lavish trips

Maybe taken on the Orient Express or a fancy cruise ship


Now we all like to have fun and enjoy the finer things in life

We need the time to just recharge and relieve all of the strife


We all can’t always just pack up and head out at any time

Or jump in a fancy boat or car and leave at the drop of a dime


But we all can take a just little time on any Sunday afternoon

To get in the car and take a drive and explore like Daniel Boone


You don’t have to trek through the forest or climb a mountain wall

You can find things on an old back road that bring pleasure to us all


It may be the little deserted cemetery lying beneath the old Oak trees

Or the road with branches hanging across full of autumns colored leaves


You may find a road that travels past a meadow full of wild flowers

If you are lucky you will see it during one of summer’s light rain showers


There is nothing more fun than to just drive down a little lonesome road

Not knowing or caring where the little road ends or even where it goes


You may see a little run down shack that was someone’s home many years ago

But now it no longer houses them but is a place for beautiful vines to grow


So next Sunday afternoon pack a picnic and put on sunglasses and a baseball cap

Roll down your windows and drive America’s back roads and don’t even take a map


From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

America Today

Have you ever really looked at the things there in your life

The amount of good things compared to sadness, pain and strife


We all will leave our homes today and venture into the world

Some of us will move at a slow pace and others in a frantic whirl


The one thing we in America will all have and be able to share

Is the ability to chase our own dreams without fear or despair


Some of us out there are Doctors and others love to farm the land

Some want to be on stage while others give needy a helping hand


No matter what the news reports or politicians they portray

There will never be a greater place to live than America today


America gives us all opportunity to follow our path and dreams

Sometimes it may not be easy and almost impossible it seems


Nowhere else in this wide world can you make your dreams come true

Like you can here in American with hard work, faith and follow through


So when you are out there protesting and wanting things to change

Take time to look around the world at see what you might get in exchange


So I will leave my home today with my small problems all packed away

Because without a doubt I live in the greatest country “AMERICA” today


From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

Helping Hand


I was sitting in the doctor’s office patiently waiting for my turn

I had not a clue about the tragic news I was about to learn


I will never forget the image of the look he gave to me

It was a look of desperation of what he had just seen


The news to me was devastating and I was in a terrible mess

The prognosis it was cancer worse than I could ever guess


I walked from the office knowing my future it was very bleak

My life was now in turmoil and but a cure I had to seek


I will never forget how life changed on that dreadful day

Things that were important before just seemed to fade away


I knew I had to fight this battle with all the strength and faith I had

I refused to not win this fight and leave my daughter without her dad


Some people choose face this disease without the will to fight

But to me I chose to give everything and fight with all my might


Now as I look back on this time and the long and painful war

I am thankful for the experience as it changed me for evermore


My life now is full of happiness and I am a much better loving man

So maybe it was just God’s way of giving me that needed helping hand



From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

Last Thing You See

As I look across the country meadow covered with morning dew

And I see the sun rising and bringing with it another day anew


I don’t give much thought to how special it is to see this beautiful site

Or to look at the midnight sky and stars that shine ever so bright


All of the little things that we all see throughout our busy day

What would our life be like if all of sudden they went away


What if you woke this morning and no longer could see the sun

Would you want the last thing you saw to be beautiful or fun


Some of us may want to see a peaceful mountain stream

Or the waves splashing on the beach as our final scene


Maybe it would be the clouds forming in the clear blue sky

It might even be seeing your mother cooking her apple pie


We all have different things that we would want as our last to see

But to me it would be as simple as my family sitting there with me



From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

If Life Had A Re-write

Have you ever given thought about how your life would be

If you could do it all over again completely from A to Z


If I could do mine again I might study a lot harder in school

And maybe not worry so much if what I was wearing really made me cool


I would have driven a little slower while driving down the highway

Which would have saved me lots of money that I could have put away


I could do some things different like not party and drink so much

And instead of all the hotdogs and fries I would eat more salads for my lunch


When I was older I would have worked harder to make more money

But just thinking to do that I would’ve had to be away and miss my honey


Maybe I would have traveled more to do more for my career

But if my daughter called out daddy I would not have been there to hear


So in the end I have to say even though everything was not always right

I would not want to change my life and have it done over in a Re-write


From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker

Waves on the Pier


Sometimes we all have days that go ever so well
Then we have others that might not go so swell

It seems throughout our life there are many times of fun
You know the days we like to lay or just play in the sun

Then there are others that no matter how hard you try
You just want to throw in the towel and curl up and die

We have all had these days both the good and the bad
And we have all had things happen that were ever so sad

But the one thing in life that we all need to keep in check
Is a moment every now and then to just sit down and reflect

Reflect on all of the gifts that have been given to us all
Things like the season’s winter, spring, summer and fall

So as you move through this world at life’s ever fast pace
Take time to stop and reflect in your own special place

We all need a place where they can just sit and think without fear
Mine’s on the beach listening and watching waves hit the pier

From My World to Yours,
Bobby Baker

Times with Friends and Family


There are times when wonderful memories travel through our mind
Memories of playing outside in the rain and others of this kind

I remember Grandpa’s birthday picnics with family at the springs
Cousins from all over would bring chicken along with other things

We would all run to the ice cold water and take that fearful jump
Then swing from the rope that hung above that old bank side stump

It is sad things as a child that were fun fade away as we grow old
We must be mature and responsible this is what we are all told

The truth is we can not run as fast and play as we once did
We can’t jump as high or throw a ball as hard as when a kid

As I am growing older these memories seem to pop up more
It seems the memories of my life are the things that I adore

Not once does the memory of the new car or boat take first place
But it’s memories of friends and family that take up my mind’s space

So when you think about what is important in your life as you grow
Remember times with friends and family are most important, this is what I know

From My World to Yours,
Bob Baker

Marble Bench


The day was kind of misty and overcast I would say
I was traveling through Miami trying to find my way

There was no GPS back then so I had to read a map
I was getting tired and weary and I needed a little nap

In the middle of the city hidden under the swaying palm trees
Was one of the most peaceful beautiful places I have ever seen

As if I was drawn there by someone that knew I was in need
It was a very strange feeling not bad but very loving, yes indeed

This was an old Monastery showing beauty and grace from age
The garden gate was open and welcoming with Mary there on her stage

As I walked down the path alone through the gardens of this holy place
I came upon this marble bench saying please sit awhile I have space

It was a very special time of my life fore I knew my life would be fine
As I sat alone and spoke about my life I could feel God’s hand in mine

In the Monastery garden my problems all seemed to just fade away
On that marble bench in the Monastery garden on that drizzly day

From My World To Yours,
Bob Baker

When Those Towers Fell


It was 7:00 AM that morning when they said goodbye and left for work
Some were police some were fireman others were innocent office clerks

The sky was such beautiful blue that morning not cloud to be found
As they all walked the city streets cabs and horns were the only sound

Others rushed through airport lines so they would not miss their flight
The one thing they had in common was they all just woke from their last night

Little did all of these heroes know this would be their final day
History was about to change forever and their lives were the price to pay

In just an instant that morning fire filled the New York and DC sky
With terror and destruction everywhere all you could do is ask why

How do people get so evil and filled with all of this terrible hate
That they can just get up and go kill thousands and not even hesitate

In the end the evil did not win fore Americans all came to their aid
Heroes filled the streets and recruiting offices as if in a big parade

Our enemies around the world keep trying to cast their hateful speech
Against the greatest nation on earth where opportunity is what we teach

A message to all of the radical forces who teach and push this hatred spell
America will never forget the lost lives and the heroes of when those towers fell

From My World to Yours,
Bob Baker

Grandma’s House


A little house sits in shambles there on the lonely street
It used to be a happy place where family all would meet

The little rooms of this house were always filled with joy
Where as kids we would play outside not needing any toy

There was no greater time in life than when cousins did arrive
It was like Christmas time and this little house really came alive

Grandma would be in the kitchen fixing a true southern feast
And we as kids were running around under Grandpa’s feet

We would get down to our underwear and get the garden hose
Squirting both boys and girls getting soaked from head to toes

When the night time fell upon us we would all pile into one bed
And make plans for the excitement for the day that lie ahead

To most people that see this house it’s just a falling down old shack
But to me it’s all the memories of Grandma’s house that keep coming back

From My World to Yours,
Bob Baker

Evening News


There used to be a time that has all but gone away
It came on TV at the same time each and every day

It came every evening and was called the evening news
It was true and accurate reporting not a celebrity’s views

With all of the cable news upon us and so many hours to fill
TV news threw away the facts and have gone for show and frills

They have to show conspiracy and color it with outlandish dirt
They don’t seem to care about the truth or even who it hurts

They are only concerned about ratings and the ad money revenue
The least of their interest anymore seems to be if the story is true

It seems that news networks should spread honest and truthful words
Where people can feel they got the full story from the news they heard

But unfortunately true news standards have all vanished and gone away
So as you watch the news today sadly you can’t believe a word they say

From My World to Yours,
Bob Baker

Give up Which is Sad


Today I was sitting at a traffic light on a two lane small town road
When standing on the corner was a little woman with a heavy load

She looked to be aging from the weather and the harsh summer sun
But not from playing on the beach as most people do for fun

Her shoes were worn and tattered and T-shirt covered with dirt
I could tell by the way she was standing there her feet seemed to hurt

This tired little woman no telling how many miles she has roamed
How wonderful it might be for her to have a bath and her hair combed

Then maybe that isn’t what she seeks but just a life on the street alone
The reason she is pushing the cart with her stuff to me remains unknown

As the light turned green and I moved along with my daily life
I couldn’t stop wondering was she someone’s mother or their wife

Maybe her family was searching for her and wondering where she has gone
But then again maybe no one cares and are just glad she has moved along

Life’s not easy and gives us many turns some are good and some are bad
Sometimes people just can’t take the fight and just give up, which is sad

From My World to Yours,
Bob Baker

Morning Mountain Air

As we sat at home doing our normal morning deal

My wife looked at me and said lets get behind the wheel

Let’s take a little ride and get away from this hot Florida heat

Maybe go to the Dillard House and get something to eat

The Dillard House is one of our favorites but a little out of the way

But it’s just an 8 hour drive we can make in a day

So in the car we jump with an overnight bag in our hands

And now I awake to a mountain view with a hot cup of coffee in my hand

We will see a few waterfalls on a scenic mountain drive

And then head back to our home in Florida and be home tonight

You must be spontaneous and make life fun if you dare

Maybe do like we did and take a leap and come breathe some mountain air

From My World to Yours,

Bob Baker