I
would offer you a red rose
But
I'm feeling quite morose
With
how I am moralising
About
how I am surviving.
I'm
at a momentous degree
About
sadly missing she,
And
while I remain lonely
Will
she come to see me.
Disregard
your thoughtless negativities
And
replace them with the positivity’s
Of
how I have respectfully come to be –
Aptly
psychotically sane with sensibility.
The
devil can take like a sad thief
Leaving
laying a flowered wreath,
And
while you express your grief
You
may think life can be brief.
Be
duly Christianly in your behaviour,
And
believing in our blessed Saviour
Can
open your eyes from being blind
And
can encourage you to also be kind.
©
Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
Lovely poem Andrew great to read I noted a few words especially "Open Your Eyes From Being Blind". very thoughtful indeed.
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Greetings Yvonne. Thank you for your nice words. I try my best. Blessings. Love love, Andrew.
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