How Neat Your Life Poem by Sylvia Prinsloo
How Neat Your Life
At the end of the rope
Big brown hazel eyes
I want to stand still
And listen to the cries
Soft as a newborn lamb
Warm as a big bon-fire
Blue as the bluest sky
Like in your hearts desire
You can shape your life
Just like you want to know it
You can change your path
Or else completely blow it
Crimson roses just for me
Hearts so pure and neat
The sound of lively music
Come listen to the beat
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4/28/2024 11:53:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I like this one Sylvia. I look forward to reading more! Daniel Harmon