And Now For Something Completely Different . . .
I've started to write a little poetry again. Here's my first in probably 10 years: There are those who often wonder What their purpose is in life. Some walk the path of plunder, Some walk the path of strife Some find their lot in worldly things, Some in the beauty of a hill, Others work and work and praises sing, Of the beauty of their pill But our simple purpose in this space: Loving those found at their worst. For love, if left in the proper place Like raindrops, ends the thirst. Sign in to see full entry.