(Dedicated to my late friend, Dries Pretorius)
Way, way, down below, inside, within,
hides a soul that's turned up and in.
So much pain, wherein lies his claim?
Glitz and glamour, wealth and fame,
All he lost, but not in vain.
The furnace of life's show
will teach him all there is to know,
pin on his heart a bow
of life's hardships and sorrow,
only to discover tomorrow.
"I have a destiny, no matter what, my dear,
just open up my senses, heart and soul and ear,
to discover God's greatest love, my dear.
For you, for me for all of us
who board life's wondrous bus."
(110 Words)
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