Doris Bounds Poet Rhyme

My Father's Promise

I don't want the rags to riches
I don't want a brand new car
and you can have the cozy comforts
I don't need them by far
I'll trade my earthly treasures
for the streets of solid gold
God will take this broken body
worn and torn as it grows old
I don't want the daily living
with my body racked with pain
but I'll take my Father's promise
cause I'll have so much more to gain...

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Robert Pettit May 1, 2021 at 4:55 PM Nicely written with great rhyming. I would like to see you posting new material. Doris Bounds June 29, 2021 at 7:13 PM Thank you Robert,have not been in here lately,as I paint and been caught up in fulfilling orders,but your kind words are a blessing.....

Tom Cunningham September 18, 2020 at 9:41 AM Enjoyed your verse Doris, earthly riches are worthless because you cant take them withyou. But riches await those who are faithful to God. Tom Doris Bounds September 21, 2020 at 4:21 PM Hello Tom thank you for your kind words,nothing here on earth could compare to what we have coming,in my Father's House there are meany mansions....