John Stasukevich Poet Rhyme

Mitch

Mitch

My friend is my brother
from another mother
who is like no other.
In Christ, he’s my brother.

It’s my privilege to utter
and I do not stutter,
nor would I mutter,
In Christ, he’s my brother.

He’s certainly no nutter,
as smooth as butter,
like a ship’s rudder,
In Christ, he’s my brother.

In line, he’s no cutter.
His house has no clutter.
He’s firm without judder.
In Christ, he’s my brother.

He’s surely not a hutter.
His roof has no gutter.
His garage has no putter.
In Christ, he’s my brother.

So now it’s time,
to end my rhyme
for he is sublime.
In Christ, he’s my brother.

He’s not poor nor rich.
In him I find no glitch.
His name is Mitch.
He’s my brother.

John Stasukevich
6/24/2023

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Barbara Barry-Nishanian September 24, 2023 at 6:38 PM John, if you are new to PS, you will enjoy the kindness and support of most comments. Scriptures tell us their are friends that are really as close as brothers. If all christians treated christians around the world. as brothers.. just think how nice. You are blessed to have such a good friend.