Life Is Like a Maypole
I'll weave my thoughts into dreams of glory.
Just maybe I'll inspire with my story.
This journey long on a pebbled road.
Still the view makes light this uphill load.
Now I see skies of azure blue.
Plenty of beauty to see me through.
Come with me and promenade.
Step out from the gloomy shade.
We shall skip to a brand new beat.
No desolation or defeat.
Fingers of joy cascade from above.
A marvelous dance of genuine love!
written February 7th,2015
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2015
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