Thank You Poem by Sharron Stephenson

May the days of love in your heart be as,
Bright as the flame on a open fire.

Allow the passion flow through the eyes,
Which cries the tears of hope of goodness,
The sound of beating drums,
The midas touch of the golden gate,
Which leads to the soul of forgotten memories.

Once twice around the globe of happiness,
A tale of kings and queens,
The twist of reason in the heart of the battle,
The only walks along the field of death and,
Blood.

Place a hand on the shoulder of the,
Old timer in the street and whisper,
Thank you sir thank you miss.

Never forget the time and bravery,
Of one and all around the world,
Who stands for right or wrong now and,
Always