Poetry: Life Given in Creative Writing

Life Given
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Drink from the hands
That give you life.
Walk with God
Through all your strife.

Hand in hand
In the silence of night.
You speak very softly
Till morning’s light.

When the sun rises
You rush to your feet.
Your greet morning air
While bring discreet.

You throw on your clothes
And hop out the door;
Running out freely

Loking for more.

Fulfilled and tired
You return to you home.
It’s where you’ll rest
And where you’ll roam.

Until the next day
When you will awake;
You’ll sleep soundly
And without mistake.

© 2001, Joe Jenkins
January 11, 2001

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