My cup runneth over..A Poem by TomA fellowship poem to see us safely into the New Year and onwards..
Though the well may be dry
no need to sadly sigh and wither on the vine For the challenge of life in comfort or in strife is to walk the righteous line The spoils of decadence soon rapidly condense viewed through, discerning eye If consumed by wanton greed a heart cannot bleed when little children cry The corrupt and morally unshaven seek sanctuary or haven behind walls of ill-repute But a house is not a home if built on tainted loam and will bear forth, rancid fruit So take a leaf from the good book don’t grapple on the hook of avarice or imposition For if the soul is pure it is written de facto, de jure your cup will overflow, through wise volition 😇 © 2016 TomFeatured Review
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