Reflecting on the fun,
we could have enjoyed
instead of trying to be
older than what we were.
Reclaim the years that were lost
to crazy wishes that we had,
thinking it was better to be
older than what we were.
Instead of enjoying our childhood
and the games, they play.
Now as we grow older
and our youth is what we grasp.
We wish that we were younger
in the cradle of our childhood
and all those precious times
in the years, we wished away.
(30 August 2011)
so we could talk againto our loved ones and friendswhen the lonely hours callfrom dusk to dawning light,telling them how we are getting onnow they are no longer around.I wish there wasa telephone line to heavenso we could hear againthe voices that brought us pleasurethrough the passing years,talk to those again thosewho dried our eyesand…
life has its ups and downsthat’s what makes the world go round.Life is a turmoilof our own tribulations,life and death are one,which our lives revolve around.Life for some is restlesswith no stop in sightwith something burning withinthat makes them followlike a moth follows light.Life with this turmoilis a branch of our own transitionwith the death…
Therefore, I come to you my love,with open arms to share.The embodiment of sunshinethat will chase the blues away.Our embrace is soft and gentle,our kisses filled with passion.Our lives are linked as one;no one can put us under,by neither word nor deed,so we go on forever,neither wanting to be freed.
I come to you today but not for me,but for a dear friendwhom is going into hospitalon Friday for an operation.I know that she is nervous about it.Therefore, I am coming to you dear Lord todayto ask if you would stand at her bedsideand ease all her fearsand stay at her sideuntil the operation is…
it is not to insult the person who gave it,more to injure myself.I can cope with most thingsthat are given to me except compliments.Sound Strange?When I was growing up many years ago,I was belittled by family and friends alike.They made me feel like a misfit,so a misfit I became.I endured insults about mein every way…
And has moaned for a score of years and moreThat my teeth fell out and not my hairNow she’s got me writing words that don’t rhymeBecause she wants me to win the competitionFor the best ValentineOh, what this poor man has to endureTo get a some peace when I come through the doorAll I can…
