When one atop ‘AllPoetry’s Hill’ looks down,
And gazes on the towns from which we came,
Those wear a sun-beamed, hazy, dismal gown,
We’re glad we’re up in dizzy heights of fame!
The lives we left behind seem not wealthy;
We missed a lot of love of human race;
We did a lot of things more unhealthy;
The poetry world has freed us from life’s maze!
The words we speak arise from depths of hearts;
Our thoughts are sane and look alike so much;
We frown upon our sins and clumsy parts;
The Muses’ wand waves magical, a touch!
Thanks to the soul that made this possible;
Praise God to whom nothing’s impossible!
Fondly dedicated to dear Kevin, AllPoetry.com
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-13-2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem