The night Marie Poppins met Willie Wonka
You are a Poet not a Historian. We all think you know Love,
you wrote of it. It is from beneath the above…
Perhaps from Heavens, sometimes from hell and its stove!
Please trace it, that love and the day they met,
that is the story we want to partake of.
Why recall when Marie Poppins met Willie Wonka?
I am at the bottow of this food chain, a Lion…
Feeling defeated and overwhelmed yet
I will make it to the top of this Mountain, it is Zion,
And tell you about the day Marie Poppins met
Willie Wonka, they were made of ions…
Just like you and I, that is the story.
It was not raining so why why am I soaking wet?
If my heart was made of paper, there wouldn’t be anything left.
Waters, where are you from and have you gotten there yet?
Gambling with my decisions, what a waste of money,
the loss can be greater than a bet…
Molded thus as the Creator wept! Blessing me by being His Best.
Lost yet found, the missing piece is what makes this puzzle a set.
A #Poem for this Friday. Copyright
© Christian D. Koumtog