How often we forget
from whence we came,
with all our earthly trappings.
When our house was filled
with worldly goods, and
bundles of Christmas wrapping.
The dark days came and
the thunder roared, and
the goods we had no more.
Of those who came and
shared our home,
no longer knocks at our door.
When all was well and
the future bright, and of plenty
there was no end.
The one's I seldom saw at my table,
or making constant demands,
I discovered were my friends.
I truly value you as a friend.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2009
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