Up Above
The day dawns crisp and bright, the sun rising,
And day after day time repeats again and again;
Over and over each day rises, beauty unfailing,
I have dreams where there is no sorrowful pain.
Days sweetly unfolding,
Where love is dwelling;
And the sadness rests.
I recall all my paths the sad and the best,
In my springtime youth all days were endless;
Now each is precious, beloved and quite priceless,
And with each new dawn I thank the Almighty, up above.
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April 29, 2015
Poetry/Rhyme/Up Above
Copyright Protected, ID 04-667-950-29
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Days,
sponsor, Thomas Martin, Judged 2015
First Place
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