IF LIFE IS TO BELIEVE
Looking to see stars in the skies.It's the transition of cloud's,
That covers my eyes.
Even without seeing,
I know that their there.
So is life, So is believing.
In the distance I hear the phone sing.
When I get there theirs nobody,
Perchance it was God giving a ring.
The puffin sits puffing looking oddly at me,
Probably wondering what's provided for tea.
Although he cannot see it, It's fish he believes.
When it's my time to go I believe something,
As in life I've paid all my dues and my fare's.
Hope there's an escalator, My legs can't take
the stairs.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-02-28 at 11:51
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