Saturday, August 23, 2008


They laugh at your expense
Giggle when you trip, chuckle as you fall,
then so applaud when you weep.
Still there is nothing softer than your heart
except for your soul sad with tears.
Thus I shall find you when you are lost,
love you when you are lonely,
and lift your heart up in spirit so you know
You will always have the key
- To mine

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2003

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