Comfort
The roads we sometimes travel
Often have uncertain ends
But beneath the dust and gravel
We find comfort in our friends
For just like a torch to shoulder
Their hearts guide us on a trail
Where the sunlight is much bolder
And our spirit can prevail.
Like a rainbow, ‘cross the valley
On an early springtime day
Friends allow our souls to rally
From the saddened shades of gray
Their comfort lasts for the duration
Through each reassuring glance
And provides a warm sensation
Regardless of the circumstance.
As we journey down life's freeway
Often rocky, rough and steep
And find choices we must survey
For the good or bad they reap
We shall find comfort forever
Resting in the seat beside
For our friends shall leave us, never
On this blessed, earthen ride.
© 2005 - Jill Eisnaugle's Poetry Collection
Often have uncertain ends
But beneath the dust and gravel
We find comfort in our friends
For just like a torch to shoulder
Their hearts guide us on a trail
Where the sunlight is much bolder
And our spirit can prevail.
Like a rainbow, ‘cross the valley
On an early springtime day
Friends allow our souls to rally
From the saddened shades of gray
Their comfort lasts for the duration
Through each reassuring glance
And provides a warm sensation
Regardless of the circumstance.
As we journey down life's freeway
Often rocky, rough and steep
And find choices we must survey
For the good or bad they reap
We shall find comfort forever
Resting in the seat beside
For our friends shall leave us, never
On this blessed, earthen ride.
© 2005 - Jill Eisnaugle's Poetry Collection
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