Poetry

Poetry speaks
to my soul
listens when no one else will
makes sense of the senseless
is there in your
darkest hour
and celebrates your
success and joy

2 comments:

sandy said...

I couldn't have said it better myself! Fun isn't it?

J Cosmo Newbery said...

You are very lucky. My poetry just confirms people worst suspicions.

Hope the egg-nog was hot and the feeling fuzzy.