Words
The Bill of Rights The Serenity Prayer Swearing on a Bible Words we repeat Words we say we believe Annie sings of Tomorrow Crooners sing of love Words purportedly of the heart Occasionally We should stop And ask If those words still Have meaning Or have only become Syllables, Sounds Repeated in times of trouble Possibly whistled in the dark But, when the sun rises Are soon forgotten Their meaning lost In the rush of days dg 11/30 Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/