as an old romantic
with many a thing
upon my sleeve
i look up into
the cold of night with
faith in my belief
that what will be
will be my friend
until we all depart
and what is good
is that which bleeds
sorely from my heart
for the brotherhood
of life it seems has
wandered from a path
where reaching out
and taking care has
fallen to the past
though in the heart
of each newborn child
every boy and every girl
I see the inner love
the light which could
surely save their world
. so give unto our children
. only teach them what is good
. swallow the pride and vengeful hate
. that spilled generations of blood
. teach of love and life
. of the joy it is to please
. let them come together in unity
. and finally......
. ........ know peace.
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Author:
dusk arising (
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What could be better than learning about love and the pleasant joy of service to others my friend .......... a beautiful and very uplifting read.
Good write Dusk.
you got it, man! Little children got all the love, no malice, no lying. If we as adults could only retain 50% of it life would be a better place. Well written!
Wonderful words d a. That last stanza should be engraved on the hearts of everyone. Another into my favourites.
Andy
You are a wordsmith, dusk.
One can only hope...
Ah yes I agree .Really well written
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