We all walk to the top of the hill when that big brass bell tolls,
Only to see the view anew and stand in awe at the infinite beauty.
Some on those with a tender heart never return to the Valley of Joy.
To those I lift a glass of wine and wipe the tears from this ancient face.
Come with me to the sandy beach when the wind whistles by,
And salute those who face the day with courage,
Salute to those who have Valour in times of misfortune.
And herald those who find Joy in the Good times,
Belief where there is diffidence ,
Honesty against deceit
And tolerance in days of lassitude.
But above all find Kindness on the walk home.
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David Wakeling (
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A most wonderful admonition with which I totally agree a fave
Thank you so much compadrre.I like to think there is something worthwhile in this piece
You are most welcome David worthwhile to those that understand and that will listen
April is fast on its way to us again 🙏🏻🕊️
OMG its Arqios the fearless and the almighty.Hope you are well.Thank you for commenting.Mucho appreciado mi amiigo
Most welcome amigo🙏🏻🕊️
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