I see shirts of green, sun-kissed faces too
I see them burn for you and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
I see bandannas of blue and caulking of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you.
I hear hammers banging, I watch houses grow
They've built much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.
Tom
Wonderful and well said.
ReplyDeleteOk, Tom, you did it ... made me cry. Thanks for writing and sharing this poem. I couldn't have said it better!
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