Norman Vincent Peale
Norman Vincent Peale
Who lived his life with religous zeal.
Witneesed his cousins leather strap demeaner.
Glad for his home, where the grass seemed greener.
He'd turn and crank the bell of his youth.
As he learned to thank God he was raised with couthe.
I read in a short story he wrote, he rang this doorbell from his grandma's old house and it would bring him back to his childhood days back in a quaint little town.
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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