Syl Espina


Winks - Poem by Syl Espina

Life has been a series of winks
From God Who straightens out kinks,
At times when I run out of ink;
And paints my canvas with pink.

On God's first wink,
I was brought to life;
Cared for and loved without stink
And grew up with fife.

Year after year,
I sometimes shed a tear,
Or smile from ear to ear;
But never fear.

Every wink I gain,
Gives me the strength I need
To overcome all the pain
That grows in my path as weed.

Whether I board a plane
Or hop on a ship with a fancy vane
I know that I will not sink
Because today I have gained another wink.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 15, 2013



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