Saviodsilva


Earl W. Shollenberger
Poem

Pride

It was just a piece of cardboard on a porch along the street.
Three words were scrawled upon it - not real fancy - not real neat.
So WHY was I excited, and drove back to take another look? . . .
And drove home to get my camera for that photograph I took?

Grandeur is soon forgotten . . . so, too, is worldly pleasure -
It's the LITTLE things - small MEMORIES that we all hold and treasure.
Remember those pink balloons - how folks smiled and shared your pride!
Love THOSE three words FOREVER! The proud words that you inscribed!

{The words spelled down the LEFT HAND side)!

Earl W. Shollenberger


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