Passing Through.

Is life in passing such a paradise lost
When touched by fingers tinged with frost
Is not survival the driving force
On which we plan and plot our course

We look for comfort, home and love
And sometimes guidance from above
And when a loved one's snatched away
Its just to test our faith they say

The path is hard and tiresome to
With brief respite for favoured few
Though once conceived, the path unfolds
To weave its way to fortunes bold.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-12-13 at 11:14

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Black Knight
"And when a loved one's snatched away
Its just to test our faith they say", -

Yeah, they say - ways of God are inscrutable...
2005-12-14


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
hi graham

just wanted to say a lovely way to say this i have a poem on cp same title but a different theme well done sir well done it is very cleverly crafted regards mike
2005-12-14


Daybreaker
A beautiful and true text my friend.
The rhytm is as always awesome! =)
2005-12-14


Albert
Perhaps we "poets" are the favoured few,
Enabled to express our selves in the way we do
In anonymity the world can hear us say
"And when a loved one's snatched away"

As always Graham beautiful words well put together, forgive the inadequate rhyme.
Regards
Albert
2005-12-13


Zoya Zaidi
Oh! GRAHAM! I am so sorry!
Your pain is unequalled by any other in the world...Please accept my heartfelt condolences...
((((((big warm hugs))))))
xxx, love, Zoya
2005-12-13