Pouch Ride

Though a little I have
With a warm heart a little more gave,
The path with blurred light to show
With a comfort smile happy to glow.

Still Lord of own lord of negligence
Wet with wisdom words expels excellence,
Happy sorrows, leap, strive to fly for freedom
A gentle harsh kindness shown to the kingdom.

Yet like mountain tracks rough too long
But a trembling silence peacefully carry along,
Joy blossoms with bowls of love sows
A thousands gladness from overwhelmed souls.