The World I Find

It’s a cold, cruel world out there
  I’ve heard such words, meant to scare

Yet when inside my home, in here
  with family dear there is no fear

Life is tough, and then you die
  I’ve often heard this plaintive cry

Yet on the Sabbath Day I find
  blessed rest from weekday’s grind


     gw           couplet          June 16, 2022
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Krutsinger Avatar
June 23, 2022 at 2:41 AM
Lovely couplet. I like it that you "change things up" in your poems my friend.
Baker Avatar
June 17, 2022 at 4:48 PM
I agree my friend, nice thoughts in your rhyming couplets. Have a great day! Bill
Hankins Avatar
June 17, 2022 at 7:36 AM
I'd say that's why God gave you the Sabbath Day, gw. Enjoy your blessed rest.
Tor Avatar
June 16, 2022 at 10:25 PM
Home sweet Home and the love of family helps us cope with the world. Greath point, truth, and thought Milton...
George Avatar
June 16, 2022 at 9:14 PM
Though life is rough and hard, there are interstices of joy and beauty....! Lovely poem, Gershon
Wolf Avatar
June 16, 2022 at 9:31 PM
Appreciate your valued comment, Valsa. ('Interstices' - Wow! Now there's a word!). ~ Word Power, Gershon
Kyser Avatar
June 16, 2022 at 7:20 PM
There is no rhyme to worldly rhythm Arising from man-induced schism. A work/rest cycle with family time Since all began, He’s had in mind.
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