Worry and think
Hold on to Love’s
Golden crutch,
Too much,
Taking away, all simplicity,
Unnecessarily complicating
Life’s, felicity,
Tying ourselves up in knots
Searching for the impossible
And overlooking,
The obviously, possible.
Worry and think
Hold on to Love’s
Golden crutch,
Too much,
Taking away, all simplicity,
Unnecessarily complicating
Life’s, felicity,
Tying ourselves up in knots
Searching for the impossible
And overlooking,
The obviously, possible.
On our feelings does impose,A purity, a peace that glows,That only Nature can compose.A Rose does impose,Beauty,Thru visual power,Symbolizing,Love,Therefore being,Poets and Angeles,Favorite flower.
Hope everyone realizes,That as long as there is Poetry,Men of good will,Will continue Life’s Fight.
That’s how you cameAnd that’s howYou will leaveAt least,Be a bit saintly,Spread some love,Sing a good song,For some to hearAnd above all,Never plantOr cultivate fear.
Life moves,MysteriouslyIn leaps and bounds,It’s greatest treasureIt’s sweetest soundIs surely, Love,If ever found.
Something owned, something lent?Just some Magic that’s for rent?Always searching, searching, searching,While Life passes as hearsay,By the time you turn around,Everything has gone away!
Now we are on straight free fall,Losing Country, reaching small,Lying, cheating, muddy crawlIs there no shame left at all?