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Old Fire, New Flame

The fires flames had now burnt low,
The embers began to lose their glow,
Slightly warm ever-growing cold.
Soot through out the chimney old,
Smoke upward could hardly flow.
As after fuel no one choose to go.
Even with the sun shinning so bright,
Frost atop the roof remained white.
Laid to rest good use of minds eye.
From worldly sorrow heart did cry.
Peace and joy no longer remained.
The windows became tear stained.
Almost done the unwinding clock.
Almost unanswered was the knock,
Of someone special at hearts door.
Spirits embraced warming the core.
Kind words their effects now unfold,
On an old fire, like heaping new coal.
New friends, their love would acclaim,
Bringing to that old fire, a new flame!

poem by Joseph Blitch
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