No stars tonight,
fog makes it too dark to see,
a bit solemn and cold,
the sudden rain makes me melancholy.
Walked home, lonely,
no place to go,
then joyous! An aquaintance said hi and chatted,
encouraged me to write words, to grow.
Sadly the conversation slowly ended,
but I promised I would write,
here now I present this poem,
in hopes that days are cheerful,
that she finds greatness in her life.
They say at times that pens are power,
even mightier than the sword,
but if only all ink was friendship,
we wouldn't need another war.
If only each word expressed true feelings,
a laugh, enjoyment, ecstasy,
each time we had a shared discussion,
everyone could be happy.

02/23/2009

Posted on 02/23/2009
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