Daisy Marshall
I was born like any other, My life was not unique, There was no special celebration, When i opened my mouth to speek, In fact i may have been, Just someone in the crowd, Not one that may be noted, As speaking long and loud, My mother often taught us, Of Christian love and poise, It`s not always important, To make the loudest noise, My voice now blends with angels, And those who`ve gone before, Our sounds now ring like thunder, Beyond heaven`s open door.....Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.
Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.
sampson’s Poems (14)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| MORE THAN A FRIEND | 0 | 03/27/2011 |
| TIME HEALS ??? | 0 | 03/25/2011 |
| ANNEMARIE | 0 | 03/20/2011 |
| Daisy Marshall | 0 | 02/13/2010 |
| MY SWEET HEART | 1 | 08/08/2009 |
| Goodnight My Love | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| Summer Day | 1 | 07/06/2009 |
| A LONER | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| Just A Number On The Wall | 1 | 07/06/2009 |
| Pearly Gates | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| A helping hand | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| Lost love | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| Test of time | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| Painting on the wall | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
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