Remembering The Good

Penning the goodness I witnessed in my life Carried me to a valley Full of saintly souls Some of them I knew Afew were strangers But still I reaped A bag full of wonders Pulling my lips Until it kisses the earlobe. Life is full of a lot many goods We fail to witness them In quest of counting the evils That's already become Pages of historical event. Don't waste your time Gobbling the evil that ruin Take time to admire To count on every good One labored to materialize Not with hope to receive But just to make you perceive The day is not over yet Sun is still high above Enlightening the ray of hope.