Sound Of Songs

Poem By Sheila Donovan

I'd rather have a tender word
Than any golden ring
I'd rather hear the sound of songs
Than always have to sing

Stretch out to me a willing hand
You'll not hear me complain
Buy me a bunch of lollypops
I'll walk through heavy rain

A gesture, no matter just how small
Is worth to me a treasure
Give me kind words, a look; A smile
All that, you just don't measure

If you can't give of yourself to me
Just get me an old tabby cat
I'll pour out all my love on it
And tip to you my hat

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