Rare Flowers

 A woman I know – always there.

A helping hand for all – works for Share.

A heart of gold – this soul doth care

for the needs of lives – nothing fair,

for them it seems – lost dreams, she is rare.

 

This rare flower – I see – gives voice

to what is missing – her name is Joyce,

Joyce, is ideal, is positive – is a great choice

for a world in dire - desperate need

of her to manage - homeless to feed

in this world - dominated by greed.

This rose germinates great seed,

even if one’s dreams – turned to weed –

never to see the light of day – ever again –

yet her and they, will forever remain.

 

B. J. “A” 2
April 22^nd 2004