Come walk with me.
Sometimes the pain of putting one foot in front of the other
is worth the delight of your neighbor’s flowers,
the sweet smell of cut grass
and the warmth of a soft summer breeze.
But do it soon
before winter returns and this poem disappears.
by Miriam Gerberg
Rate this poem!
Click on a star to rate it!
Average rating / 5. Vote count:
We are sorry that this post was not useful for you!
Let us improve this post!
Thanks for your feedback!