Fred Alvis


Between the birth bed and the death bed,
life’s path is to be found.
Over hills, through dark forest,
bumps, holes and sticker vines abound.
A few ankle twists, a few pains,
we sometimes wonder if anything is to be gained.

Bright eyes from a dark shadow do gleam;
it’s called greed, selfishness, low self esteem.

A sunbeam, a clearing, a sunny glade,
is what we seek.
A bit of rest for the weary,
from the pain that makes us weak.
A bit of love and kindness,
brings sun onto that path.

Tell someone you love them today.
What, you expected a poem?