Rings Poem by Howard Johnson
Rings
Little fragile, Flimsy bands,
Worn on shapely hands,
More despair to men have brought,
Than all the battles ever fought
Still bestowal of a ring,
Has more joy contrived to bring
In one ne'er-recurring hour,
Than have knoledge, wealth or pow'r
Little emblem of Romance!
Wherein thy significance?
Gold? Most fickle metel known!
Diamond? Coldest, hardest stone!
Whereas plain gold wedding bands,
Gracious caring, work-worn hands,
Countless home sustain and bless
With real and happiness.
The ring, no end and no beginning, thats the symbol of love....and you penned it beautifully, unique.
Beautiful poem...I think the ring symbolizes the cycle of life from beginning to end...I like the idea of two rings braided together as one..two lives, joined. Nice poem Hugs, Dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Howard, You offered readers the Fine ode about a wedding ring; it is good poems which differs deep implied senses. Thank you, Tsira