“Listen, I’ve been around too long. I’m getting wiser, working on talking less and learning to understand more — and that’s exciting.”-Denzel Washington
BUT FOR THIS
By Dianne Moritz
I could write the saddest poem.
War, terror, famine, bone-chilling
Cold seeping in through the cracks.
I see the saddest poem: words spilling
From your mouth, smooth as lies,
Those empty promises never kept.
Yes, I could write the saddest poem,
But for this - one lone bloom
Brightens the barren bush.
I love your posts.....they are most inspiring. Thank you.
Beautiful goodies. thank you!
This is lovely ❤️
BUT FOR THIS
By Dianne Moritz
I could write the saddest poem.
War, terror, famine, bone-chilling
Cold seeping in through the cracks.
I see the saddest poem: words spilling
From your mouth, smooth as lies,
Those empty promises never kept.
Yes, I could write the saddest poem,
But for this - one lone bloom
Brightens the barren bush.
I love your posts.....they are most inspiring. Thank you.
Beautiful goodies. thank you!
This is lovely ❤️