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 poetic blessing in this write. Well imaged and worded.
Blessing indeed.Thank you amigo for your kind comments
You are most welcome
Nicely worded; Your poem reflects on the journey of life, emphasizing the beauty and challenges faced along the way.
Thank you for your comments
Reminded me of Teddy Roosevelt charging up that hill (in Cuba, if memory serves) but hoping all journeys arrive at Kindness. Made me mull about life stuff🕊️🙏🏻
Thank you comrade Your comments are always appreciado
de nada, amigo... con mucho gusto! 🕊️🙏🤩
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