Paul Sebastian Poems
|681.||Give Me One Chance||3/11/2014|
|682.||Strength Of A Man||5/29/2014|
|683.||A Treasured Friend||5/27/2014|
|685.||A True Friend||7/15/2014|
|687.||Seeds Of A Happy Life||11/16/2014|
|688.||Love Is Sacrifice||10/25/2014|
Love Is Sacrifice
At a dim-lit dining table I sat
Alone, but a lone red rose in vase, stood
My mind's lost sojourn, she read
Confused and searching, my unusual mood
Rose asked: May I ask why the look of askance?
I could help to bring relief, given a chance
Trust me, I would find you an answer
It would be pathetic to see you whither!
I asked: How do I make my life beautiful?
She whispered: It begins with you being truthful
Your spirit and heart as one, emit fragrance
Become an attractive flower, for instance
Take my fragrance with you
To give away to others ...
A poem by Paul Sebastian
Some have painted wall-doors
Some have grilled doors
Some have closed doors
Some have prison doors
Some have open doors