I took a trip the other day
To a place... they call the “Fuddy, Duddy Hall Of Fame”
It wasn’t too impressive to me
When on the wall… was chiseled my entire name.
It was listed under, ” Old Geezers”
“Old Farts”, was the column nearest to that.
But I didn’t see a category… for who I thought I really was
Now what was up with that?
I saw however my “Father’s” name
But the category that it was listed in.
His was the only one seen… under the title
“Creator Of All” Who came and died for all man’s sin.
I wish my name was under His
And not in the category I had been given.
But I guess it was the list I had earned
For the life… that I had once been livin.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
Can I say - XXXXXXXXXX (that's kisses, not crosses) and with a beat? t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautiful write blessings