MARC'S MEMOS

9-18-15

Recently, I read a poem that had no author attached to it so I will just say "written by anonymous." If someone recognizes it, I will gladly acknowledge the author in a following post. Here is the poem, untitled also.



God saw you getting tired,
and a cure was not to be.
So He put his arms around you
and whispered, "Come with Me."

With tearful eyes we watched you suffer,
and saw you fade away.
Although we loved you dearly,
we could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating
hardworking hands at rest
God broke our hearts to prove,
He only takes the best.

It's lonesome here without you,
we miss you more each day.
Life doesn't seem the same
since you've gone away.

When days are sad and lonely,
and many things go wrong,
We seem to hear you whisper,
"Cheer up and carry on."

Each time we see your picture,
you seem to smile and say,
"I'm home in God's safe-keeping,
we'll meet again someday.


This is a case of rhyming poetry that I still enjoy, even though it may not be "popular" or "intellectual" enough for the iPOETRY group. I LIKE IT!!!

UNTIL NEXT TIME, TAKE CARE! MARC