"Most Precious Day" poetry by Lee Here I sit in desolite lonliness, In the happiness of Chrismas Spirit, No hugs to warm my heart, No loving wife to cure it. My work keeps me busy, My kids console me now & then, But it seems an endless search, To find that perfect friend. The gout has slowed me down, As I struggle to make ends meet, It seems the greatest task, Is Just to stand upon my feet. Morning comes so early, When my rusty bones are cranking up, And after I, am on the move, It dosen’t hurt so much. But I sit here at the keyboard, Telling stories along the way, Sometimes I find my happiness, Sometimes a soggy day. But Just for Jesus Birthday, I will Be riding on my Bike, Crusing off to Sebring, Enjoying nature & the sights. The wind will whistle by, And the Birds will be in Flight. The Rabbits will be out for breakfast, Upon the tallest grass, As I make the trip on Motorcycle, A Squirrel or Deer, may soon, be passed. So celebrate the Birth of Jesus, And enjoy the day begun. It’s Our Lord’s Most Precious Day, The Birthday of His Son. INDEX INDEX Click for TagsBySherrie = * Index & Resources Page * = "Gout" Home: Lee's Story Time Lee's Story Time 2 Lee's Story Time 3 Lee's Story Time 4 Roses for Mama by Harold & Margaret Plass Teddy Bear by Rdmnx Audio Bible For Reading & Listening Pleasure Web Search.com 25 Search engines to find anything Web building help Web Search Thank you for visiting my page at Angelfire. Please come back and visit again! Email: weaser205@cs.com
