I May Never
I have such songs to sing to you,
Before I grow too old.
If you will lend your ear to me
These stories must be told.
I may never see what your eyes see,
Or feel the things you do,
But how I view the world today
Has come from knowing you.
I may never dream the dreams you dream,
Or dare the things you dare,
But what I dream and hope for now
Are dreams we both can share.
Go dream your dreams, then dream again;
Stories wait to be told,
And my dim eyes await your salve
For I am growing old.
Love Tinka
I enjoyed this poem.
Thank You for being a bricklayer in the building of the tower of Grace and wonders.
Gratefully,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
God Bless
~Michelle~