in the past if hard effort made intelligence applied
a parent patron person had guided with a sure hand
in an environment pick of plentiful choices supplied
then there once existed a stepping stone
into a profusion of possibilities...
glittering gems like a forest of diamonds
in a supermoon moonlight twinkling...
like stars spanning an entire universe
of waiting wonder the road not taken...
was wood smoke drifting on the wind
dissipating into a chill cold winter's night...
there was a stepping stone into faith
there was a stepping stone into adventure
there was a stepping stone into life
there was a stepping stone into love...
a stepping stone into romantic dream bliss
written to warm your heart soul with love
to outlast even the longest hardest lifetime...
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem