Treasure Island

Stuart Smeltzer


Reflections


In this world there are many walks in life some are good some are bad.
But as we look into the mirror of life we only
See one thing that is a friend.
“A Friend in Jesus'

Some days are up, Some days are down, Some days are good, Some days are bad. Some day’s we are happy,
Some days are sad, Others we may be lonely,
But no matter what we can look into The mirror of life and see a friend.
“A Friend in Jesus”
 

Submitted: Saturday, September 14, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is the first Poem I wrote In 2006


By: Stuart W. Smeltzer
4/10/2006
Proverbs 18: 24
John 15: 14
Luke 15: 6

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