To talk too much before,

That is preamble.

To lose one’s every penny.,

That is a gamble.

To hug a loved one tight,

It’s called a cuddle

The joy of welly boots,

jumped in a puddle.

To giggle while it’s done,

Oh chortle, chortle.

That all in the land believe,

That is revival.

Knowing death defeated,

Is like, immortal.

That a man be born again,

That is renewal.

https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/69221687/posts/64734