Sixty SevenA Poem by Rossi RichA poem written for my grandfather's 67th Birthday.Sixty Seven Where creativity blossoms and courage confides Is a man with no limits, his praise to the sky Teaching while learning is humilities core If his name wasn’t rich Than he’s no more than poor But far from the case is a journey through wealth & The fruits of his labor have defended his health A family tree that’s grown down the coast He sits at the table deserving a toast No brush could create the art that is his For he makes his own answers When stuck on the quiz The questions of life That most look to cheat He’s worked to be honest The will of a fleet No man could compare & No blood is as pure As a man who’s made faith His mission for more Never blinded by sin & Never quitting his search There is nothing to hinder His quest on this earth If miles were tokens That measured his strength Than no engine could last For a ride of that length When the day & time comes, I’ll meet you in heaven But for now.. I am grateful you’re just Sixty Seven. Love PJC3. © 2018 Rossi Rich |
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