carlo sangutan


Countless Blessings - Poem by carlo sangutan

Family and all of our friends,
Whose never-ending strength never bends,
Give our lives meaningful blends
Of peace with the hope that never ends.

Our world which happiness surrounds,
Full of memories that a loner astounds,
And builds attention and harmonic sounds,
Combining different stories that a leader founds.

Guidance is there when we’re alone,
With the help of God in every zone,
Believing no one can get into our throne,
Unless all people will have their own phone.

One, two, three, four, and five,
Graces can’t be counted if we survive
Against the tests of life, we can revive
All good memories that we must strive.

Six, seven, eight, nine, and ten,
We wonder the flow of lucks ends, when?
It will, when women learn to hate men,
As a rooster erases his love to a hen.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 29, 2010



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