Old Letters

Old Letters

 

 

By Windstorm Kells©2002

 

 

Words of encouragement and of kindness

So many words what are they trying to express

 

Some well thought and meaningless promises

Pages filled with contradicting compromises

 

Yet wisdom pours out like fresh honey

So quit lying about the money

 

Truth grows like fungus

I see how I love and trust, what a fuss

 

All the lies are plain to see

Yet, prune me not like a clustered tree

 

Love grows stale like old socks

So let me out of this old shoe box

 

Friendship I long for

Some I shall see nevermore

 

Thoughts like these

I get while going through old leaves

 

Confusion my only friend

But positive thoughts I send

 

For hatred got nobody anywhere

In perfect love and perfect trust I care