A Birthday Thought
Poem By Roy L. Madison
The morning sun lights up the tops of trees
And spreads the lovely lawns with misty dew,
As mother nature slowly stirs itself,
To arouse a world of beauty and despair.
Dark clouds begin to form and rains to fall,
When creatures learn to hate - not love their own.
No wonder then, that growing old at ninety-one,
We pray to see the days when all agree -
This world we know has not grown worse -
It only takes more love to understand!