Alas, onward I go..

leaving you with one last poem. I'll be back for the "quickies" which bring me delight.

Think not of strife or even scorn

Importance lies in, you were born

Give of your love so generously

That it makes, your heart fly free

We all have sorrows, some regrets

If not, real life we've never met

From the cup of sadness and delight

We each sip, come what might

But in the end, if you have known love

You've felt lifes richness, that, nothing is above