To the sueded jersey pants I wear
that tumble from my knees on
this lazy summer day,
glory be.
To the smile that stops to visit
from a stranger’s kindly face,
glory be.
To the yellow rings of sunshine
that stun us on the hot days,
glory be.
And to what lies in between
our most ordinary lives,
glory be.
Vasile Stan
Glory be yours Pamela for writing such an inspired ode to the joy of life.
rubes replied
Vasile, you’re the sweetest. Thank you. I wrote this poem some time ago, but I needed to feel summer, and I needed to feel joie de vivre. A toast to the joy of life. :)
Leon Walker
Such a wonderful and touching realization. Very nicely presented!!! Thank you.
rubes replied
Thanks so kindly, Leon.