Met some old friends

Who am I? Who am I?To play judge and juryand condemn anyonewhen I can’t sayI have done nothing wrong.Who am I? Who am I?To be above redemption,who am I to coloursomeone else’s character blackwhen my life has been so not all white.Who am I?14 October 2008

a tiny speck on the horizonwhere it meets the greeting dawn.Many of the roads we travel downa harbinger of fate waits for us thereto change our destinyfrom the one we have chosen.They stand a hitchhikeralong the lonely mileswaiting for us to stopto give them a lift.Stopping will be our fate decidedbefore our destination met.

Sadly I am not the only oneother writers have suffered from this curse.In fact quite a few writers through historyhave suffered from the same fatewith pieces of their writing.Though vigorously maintaining it was fiction,the population believed it to be fact andeven turned one story into a legend.As a reader of ghost stories both fact and…

I picked her upput her in my pocket.Never again will she be alone.She can now sit on my deskas she has found a new home.If I have, any wishesI hope she will grant them to me.This little fairy I foundsomeone had discarded on the ground.

we always feel worse than we really are?Hospitals and Dentistshave the same aversion to me,whenever I get there,I want to turn right aroundand start heading home.Most of it is in the mind,but my mind will not listenthough I tell it all the timethere is nothing wrong.I’m left with that sinking feelingthat I don’t want to…

old Dodgy Dave forgettinghis poetry friend’s birthday,only remembering at the last minute.Happy Birthday SandraI hope you are having a wonderful onewith family and friends around youto wish you all the happiness you deservefor all the kind comments you plant here and there.If you had a wish,I wonder what it would be for,to live a long…