Charlie

The joy of the soul

 

 

As winter comes and the frost bites;

The day gets as cold as ice; shall never a day go by that we turn cold inside; Friends sit by the fire and talk about days of old; but never lose the joy of the soul

Comments1

  • Gary Edward Geraci

    The two transcendentals here, beauty in love among true friends and home, are indeed the stuff of warmth, stability, and the good life. Your poem is an inspiration and a call to find that face to face friend where this kind of relationship can be discovered and nurtured. Are we prepared to give our time to another?Now if we could just detach ourselves from our electronic devices....

    • Charlie

      Thank you and of course the friends i speak of in todays society are so hard to come by

      • Gary Edward Geraci

        Indeed they are but we must find them none-the-less...they are but a foretaste of what’s to come in all of eternity.



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