I Am Not Yet Dead, Read Me
I am not yet dead, read me.
For a moment spare some time to see
Yourself in this concise poetry
And there you may find a truth, maybe.
For all men tread the same life journey
Though some are more blessed and free
With wealth, and yet some are not happy
So common and plain is that theory.
For the simple pleasures that can be
Enjoyed and seen by you and me
Around us there is abundantly
God's Nature laid in all her beauty.
Happiness comes from love of family
And that does not cost a lot of money
Affection and care given sincerely
Will last all your life most assuredly.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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