Poetry

I always wanted to be a Poet…

But the words didn’t show it.

 They just couldn’t rhyme…

 No matter the time.

 But it seems that I’ve got it

 On time or perhaps not

 At least there is something

 I’ll give it a shot!

T.

Gentle Rain…

Gently falling, calling to the sea

The raindrops quicken, passing me

It’s rain that washes away the dirt

If only it could erase the hurt

But what hurt there is will sweetly go

As the passing of another day does show

That times arrow beckons and goes past true

Tomorrow will be another day, clean, fresh and new.

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I hope you all have a wonderful night and day.
As my dear friend Bill says with such purity of heart…

”Blessings”

T.