JOURNEY OF A PEACE WORKER

I hope it is not nigh, but the day I will die,  Please do not cry. Let me go with grace to a better place, Where the sun shines bright, and there’s no disgrace.   I don’t want to linger, or let you suffer in pain, But I leave this world with nothing to gain. My soul will fly, up to the sky, And there I will rest, no more to try.   Don’t mourn for me, just celebrate, The life I lived and the memories we created are cherished. I’ll watch from above, with a smile on my face, As you move forward, with love and grace.   So , cherish each moment you have, and hold them tight, For life is fleeting, and time is finite. When my time comes, I’ll be ready to depart, With no regrets, and a grateful heart.

There is magic in a woman’s breasts, A source of nourishment and rest, It’s where a baby goes to feed, Growing strong with each little need. With just a glance or gentle touch, A woman’s breast can mean so much, It shows the world her love and care, A symbol of the bond they share. The curves and lines are simply art, A masterpiece that sets her apart, And when she chooses to reveal, Her beauty makes our senses reel. In ancient times, it was believed, That magic in her breast was weaved, A power that could safeguard life, And ease the pain of pain and strife. So let us honor women’s chests, The bits of magic they possess, For all the love and warmth they give, They’re a true wonder, let’s believe.

  Love is a disease of the heart, A feeling that tears us apart, It makes us fall for someone so hard, And leaves us broken, and deeply scarred. We try to resist, to shake it off, But it seems impossible, too tough, Love takes hold, it won’t let go, Our hearts beat, a restless flow. It’s like a fever that burns so bright, A bond that we cannot fight, We become slaves to its charm, And surrender to its loving harm. Love is a disease, so they say, It infects our souls in every way, Yet despite the pain and the tears, We still long for it through the years. And though it may bring us to our knees, We can’t deny its magic, its ease, For love, we’ll take the risk, the chance, And forever, in its grace, we’ll dance.