Drycamel
Life is many little things,
Like stitches in a cloth.
Alone they're unimportant,
Complete, they mean a lot.
A friendly smile or handshake,
Perhaps a word of cheer,
Sharing of the good times
Or a sympathetic ear.
Bird song in the morning,
Rain drumming on a roof,
The tenderness of lovers,
Sweet memories of youth.
The magic of a rainbow,
The stillness of the night,
Moonlight on the water,
Soft glow of firelight.
Cries of happy children
Playing in the sun,
The sense of satisfaction
From a task that's been well done.
As we each grow older
And memories recall,
It's these little unimportant things
We treasure most of all.
We look back and remember
The stresses and the strife
And know these unimportant things
Weave the tapestry of life.
- Ria Frank
