Smile for Speak

The fruits of an hour's labor in a coffee shop. Somehow it means so much more to me.

 

Smile for Speak

 

Smile for Speak

Hands to Hold

Hugs from Heart

A fair trade, Color for words

Art for Art

What a nice way to start,

When life seems so rough,

We try and try, but it’s never enough.

Always pain, always the same,

An everlasting turn at an unfair game.

But you don’t have to play alone,

With the help of a Friend,

The stress, the sorrow,

Maybe it could end,

Someone to help you up again.

It’s more than a loan, than something borrowed,

Free, still priceless, a gift,

To sew the rift with a rose-colored Stitch.

This I want for you and me,

There’s so much more that we could be.

Reviews

[ANNA]

Great poem...very sweet sounding..It like to read poems like this. To sad but happy!

Anna

[Christopher 'Windstorm'..]

well written and a great read...