Roses will rain
When I meet the train
Of eternal existence.
Jesus will find me
In a boxcar singing
A sad song slow and sweet.
The suffering hillside
Has been steep,
But I’ve patiently overcome
Every unexpected disappointment,
There’s nothing I regret,
St. Gabriel will dig my jazz.
Jesus have found you already and the band wont be the same without you...keep on playing and you will find the right melody sweet man. Wishing you joy, Pia
I dig your jazz; I dig you. But I'm worried about your frame of mind. U, as ever - superbly written piece. t x
Play it again Uriah! Wonderful poem, captivating. A lovely read, a great subject and a pleasure to find. Excellent. Love Ernestine XXX
This little poem is a gem.It shines with its own light. You just might meet Bob Dylan on that train! Who can say? Sandra
This really grabbed me Uriah. It has a lovely, comforting feel to it, rather like a prayer. In fact I don't see why it shouldn't be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I DIG YIR JAZZZZZ & GOT YIR POEMMMMM.....JOB WELL DONE, MY FRIEND ''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR