Thus God cried out and topped the EU chart

A peaceful solitude can be a joy.
A softer breath, a slower beat of heart.
While our minds are happy unemployed.

As it was for growing girl or boy
Before the throes of adolescence start
A peaceful solitude can be a joy.

When puberty arrives it is no toy
As, from our families, we soon will part
Though our minds are happy unemployed.

We do not wonder what our life is for
Or try to write a CV super smart
A peaceful solitude, remembered  joy.

Tormented  people can be a great bore
Unless we love them fully from the heart
Their minds are never happy unemployed.

I wonder who knocked down the apple cart
Thus God  cried out and  topped the EU  chart
A peaceful solitude can be a joy.
When our minds with God are unemployed.

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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