An Irrepressible Poem
Each morning breaks with poem’s sound
Though instant fame may not abound,
God’s harmonies are hanging there
For those who listen, those who care.
There’s music in the milkman’s cart,
That celebrates like poet’s art.
The child waits for milk bottle’s chime,
The poet words to fit his rhyme,
All human souls are new day’s guest,
And sure as lovers to be blest.
Petitioners in God’s own court
Find they have little left to sort.
And those with patience for the Lord
See there’s not much they can’t afford,
Good cheer like sunshine feeds the day,
Good parents find a time to play,
Though up and down the avenue
Are boys whose fathers named them Sue!
Long Tooth
December 3, 2016
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