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Some of the plainest people
That you will ever see
Live lives most beautifully blessed
By a few lines of poetry
Since they may not be erudite,
Might not be the kind
To read thick books, we imagine
They to its beauty must be blind
But poetry is everywhere
Making up each song
By which our hearts are lifted,
Helped to get along
On birthdays — on all holidays
We give our loved ones cards
Describing of their value
All effort well rewards
And then there are those times
When, though to read it we don’t try,
A few short lines of poetry
In life come drifting by
Quoted in a movie, or on the radio,
A careless note left by the phone,
A poster in a waiting room,
And suddenly by us is known
More deeply and more resonantly
Those eternal truths of love
Which every day, from then till death,
We have, and give, benefit of
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The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:https://www.gofundme.com/are-you-a-patron-of-the-arts
