On My Way

On My Way short poem






On My Way
May winds blow on my back
And push my sails onward
To shore where lies that shack
With roses on its yard
The home of Lady Love
My angel from above

While plodding down the road, I pray:
That I would pass a wishing well,
Or that black cats would shun my way,
Or that I see those lights that fell,
So I could ask a shooting star
Of guiding me to where you are;

It augurs ill, and seems of prospects bleak,
If on my way, a hearse passes me by,
Or should to pieces, I, a mirror break,
But luck, to find a four-leaf clover lie,

And of ladders I know,
Never to walk on space below.

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♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
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Such an endearing poem, feelings all people in love would have experienced, all th signs and omens so wonderfully described. Cross our fingers and wish you well too!


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