I had all comforts
In my house of birds
Which flew within the walls
I tried to dispel them
But kept counting my luck
That the outdoors would comfort me
It was a privilege to count the birds
Which made my house its nests
They were my companions and folk
There are many ways to relax
In my house, I entertained
My guests that drank from my gourd
Where we exchanged gifts that
Floated from the sky
I loved crowds that passed
Whereby they offered me good tidings
It was like life without end to live
In my house which provided me with peace
You never know what comes next
The present is better than the past
I had to live for the present rather than the future.
The future can take care of itself
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Author:
Solomon (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Fantasy
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Comments3
A fine birthday write I see - best wishes!
Very beautiful writing love
with us by its side.
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