FAR FLUNG
I miss them. I miss them all. The years have flung them about, Scattered them to the four winds With little care, And less a say. My friends, not here, But there, And everywhere. So hard to hold, Though near, in heart, But, oh, so very far apart. So very dear! I want them, Here. … Continue reading
TAKE CARE
Pray, Take care Who you turn away. Give thought, And ‘haps a listening ear. In truth, The heart of God Beats in the beggars breast. copyright 2015 Joann Nelander
