Thursday, August 12, 2010

Untitled Verse

I try to avoid writing in English, especially when it comes to poetry, purely because I have such a terrible grasp of English grammar. But sometimes my old garbled brain cell picks up on an idea, won't let it go, and the result is something like this.

Let faith be your guide, through all of your fears.
Let love be your comfort, through all of your years.
Let friendship come first, and cruel thoughts come last.
Let your mind seek the future, you can't change the past.

Auld Rasmie

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