Living Poem by Hugh Walters

Living

Living is worth the fresh air smell
Walking the path we know not well
For it is known that with values lost
Day to day our lives would cost
We all are actors pressed for time
Whose thoughts and actions do not rhyme
Forging ahead in perpetual strife
Looking to God for eternal life.

H. Walters

Saturday, March 29, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: rhyme
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