Tuesday, July 12, 2005


Another poem of my youth --


"And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof; but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever." -- 1 John 2:17

Never trust a bubble,
Though it bobbles in the air,
Or drifting gently there,
Does allure.
Though it twinkles in the light
With colorful delight,
Don't be sure.
Though you very lightly grasp it,
Though you very gently clasp it
Like a dunce;
All at once,
Nothing first,
It will burst.

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