We're brothers all, whate're the place

Brothers whether in rags or lace

Brothers all, by the good Lord's grace.

Some may sit in a royal hall

Some may dwell where the rooms are small

But under the skin, we are brothers all.

Some may toil 'neath the burning sun

Some may dream where the waters run

But we're brothers all when the day is done.

By the sun that shines and the rains that fall

By the shadows flung on the garden wall

By the good Lord's grace, we are brothers all.

By the hurt that comes and the falling tear

By the common grief at the silent bier

And the grave that awaits,

We are brothers here.

Edgar A Guest

Today, in The Peachtree Room, out in The Great Hall, here at TheCypressBuilding.com, I am featuring a wonderful reading of a poem to go along with the poem above, written by the same author. It's simply titled, "Be a friend". And it's wonderful. 

And in The Highland Room, also in The Great Hall, I am featuring a very beautiful song with the same theme as my poem above. And it's called "People", sung by Dame Shirley Bassey. It's such a powerful and beautiful piece. If you have a moment, click over and hear her. You'll be glad you did. 

I had a wonderful conversation with Linda yesterday. She filled me in on what her family was up to and it was nice to catch up. Today, David and I are going to donate plasma and I suppose we'll get a bite to eat while we are out. Then on Friday, I have my appointment with my new cardiologist. I'll be anxious to see what he says about my passing out recently. 

I also listed another one of my domains with Go Daddy. We'll see if I get any interest in it. 

Wishing you a great day,

Al