Persons Are Blessings

Popping kernel thoughts on my mind Can not stop but put them in write So, I search a pen to twine and wind Before I run dry and sickness bites I thought of the many blessings I have My fingers and toes both outnumbered My life been unceasingly filled with love Letting me feel: special and remembered The hundred persons I have met and dealt They have been all very loving and kind Good or bad my heart they svelte and melt Allowing my growth and peace of mind They look at us As if there is fuss As we are far different They see this an impediment? Wish they have known A friend I found in you Regardless of faith and color We tried to implore and explore By: olive_eloi 4:59 pm 12/02/2013