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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

Date: 5/1/2021 4:55:00 PM

Nicely written with great rhyming. I would like to see you posting new material.

Doris Bounds
Date: 6/29/2021 7:13:00 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.....

Carol Louise Moon

Date: 10/9/2020 12:28:00 PM

Doris, besides this being a really well crafted poem, it does remind me of a Spenserian Stanza where you set up the syllabic count in each line, but then you had one more foot for emphasis the last line of the stanza. Well done!

Doris Bounds
Date: 10/20/2020 12:45:00 PM

sorry Carol for not getting back I paint landscapes also,so was working on one...thank you for your kind words..lol love it when you make me go to the dictionary

Tom Cunningham

Date: 9/18/2020 9:41:00 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
Date: 9/21/2020 4:21:00 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....