Hearts Of Gold Poem by John Sensele

Hearts of gold seldom grow old
In our memories, in our diaries where fond
Experiences shared with laughter hold
A special place, a vital vial that cement our bond.

Hearts of gold we meet if we look
With an open mind for kindred souls to bless
Our incomplete lives to cook friendship dishes and book
A ticket without rickets that pour in us grace.

Hearts of gold abound in our environment
If we dare to care enough to enrich others
With favoured friendship elevated beyond sappy sentiment
To ensure flocking together are birds of feathers.

Hearts of gold God created many
But we labour to endeavour to identify precious
Souls with goals to build last bonds in Germany
In Zambia, in the USA, in Malawi where bonds taste delicious.