When you come to the end
of a perfect day, and you sit
alone with your thought, while
chimes ring out with carol gay,
for the joy that day has brought,
do you think what the end of a
perfect day can mean to a tired
heart, when the sun goes down
with a flaming ray and the dear
friends have to part?
Well this is the end of a perfect
day, near the end of a journey too,
but it leaves a thought that is big
and strong, with a wish that is kind
and true, for mem'ry has painted
this perfect day with colors that
never fade, and we find at the end
of a perfect day, the soul of a friend
we've made.
~Carrie Jacobs-Bond~
4 comments:
That's a nice poem.
Being aware of our blessings and the world around us makes our lives much more wonderful...
Sweet poem.
This is so beautiful! Thank you Madeline. I hope you are having a lovely and blessed day ♥
Wonderful poem. Thanks for posting it.
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