Abundently last,
Abudently last,
We celebrate for joy.
We have to find,
Day meet night,
Night meet day.
Who can tell because of the distraction,
Of the action.
Reverse,
As they were never reheased,
But I know abundance means life,
But does life mean abundance.
Dear Yeremiah,
ReplyDeleteI love reading your poems over the last few years. I also love reading your daily thoughts.
I noticed that you have not been blogging for a while.
When are you planning to blog again?
Sincerely,
David Lemon
I am going to start my blooggingain my comp was in the shop and I was in the Hospital myself my comp and I are just fine now
ReplyDeleteThis is good. I hope it was not serious. Was it the flu? lots of my friends have the flu now.
ReplyDeleteTake care.