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Simple Things
by David Pekrul Simple things remembered well, Of times so long ago, And it's those things I need to tell, Before I have to go. Simple things of childhood days, And things I hold so dear, To tell how I remember them, From year to year to year. Just simple things I did each day, When I was but a kid, Yet simple things were precious times, I loved the things I did. Like climbing trees and building forts, And playing in the dirt, And then when I was older, In my teens I loved to flirt. The girls were such a wonderment, And I was so enthralled, But most of them were out of reach, Or so I do recall. A simple job, a simple life, But when the day is through, I am content with what I have, I have more than I knew. For now my life has come full round, And I am looking back, And as I do I see the boy, Who never suffered lack. Those simple things held hidden wealth, Which money could not buy, And in them I will find my rest, Until the day I die. www.myhiddenvoice.com The poetry of David Ronald Bruce Pekrul If this article is used in any publication, please send a copy of the publication to David Pekrul at 170 Carr Cres. Okotoks, AB T1S 1E3 Canada E-Mail: [email protected] Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |