Wednesday, November 3, 2010


A Perfect Day
When you come to the end of a perfect day,
And you sit alone with your thought,
While the chimes ring out with a carol gay,
For the joy that the 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~


Anonymous said...

Beautiful! I love your Thanksgiving theme. Soo pretty!!

Deann said...

Another lovely poem.

farmlady said...

What an uplifting poem... and so true. Take care and be well.