16 Writing Pen
01 Winter Memory 02 Sol Invictus 03 Christmas Hope 04 An Old Book
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Before the sunrise when all is still dark
I will remember the moments we shared
When love newly found was all we could care
As life exalted imprinted its mark
Before the sunset by a sea-side park
I will celebrate the promise we dared
To make truthfully with words we have read
By which our hearts answered what was asked
Even if the years of growing older
Have erased youthful emotions so much
Something from the past did somehow linger Writing Pen
As a memory of our first touch Soneta 048
Thus with thanksgiving will I bless always Petrarca
The joyful feelings from those bygone days AD 2002
02 Sol Invictus
Now is the season of festivity
Great celebration of the golden sun
A time to rejoice and enjoy the fun
And embrace this pleasant life lovingly
Now is the time of perfect harmony
When signs of wars may no longer be found
While peace and goodwill extend all around
To warm every heart with heaven’s mercy
Although very dark this cold winter’s night
A shining hope dawns in every corner
Writing Pen For that distant sun fiery and bright
Soneta 049 Will soon come again closer and nearer
Petrarca To gladden the land with a joyous spring
AD 2002 And pleasant living that summer will bring
Upon this day so blessed and happy
Greetings and wishes cheer up many hearts
Gathering friends from many diverse parts
In a seasonal bond of unity
Then none should be left so cold and lonely
Despitefully used to act as die-hards
And thereby condemned to play the wrong cards
Through endless cycles of life’s misery
Was it not the hope from so long ago
That the first Christmas began for mankind
And in their hearts planted that it may grow Writing Pen
Into a community well refined Soneta 050
A world where no one may be forsaken Petrarca
A place where all faults shall be forgiven AD 2002
04 An Old Book
There it was written on the yellowed page,
Addressed to a name, from his family,
Upon Christmas day, in a bygone age,
The year so inscribed, ‘Nineteen Thirty Three.’
In Oriel House, somewhere in England,
A book was given for pleasure reading,
One hundred essays of some famous men,
Would its reader find highly appealing.
Truly a good book for all the seasons,
To pass idle times, or some sleepless nights,
Writing Pen Its pages contain true lofty visions,
Soneta 057 Which direct the minds, towards greater heights.
Anglicia For twenty two years this book has been mine,
AD 2003 A source of delight I would always find.