As I was walking slowly by

I like to tell people that I’m meanwhen it should be kind.I like to say I’m ugly,but no one believes me.I like to degrade whatever I do,but others don’t like that too.The problem is you see,is my self-esteem.I haven’t got one,if you know what I mean.I don’t feel important,that no one would feel my loss.(Except…

Why is it on a bright and sunny daydoes it always rain on me?Why is it when I go to climb a ladderthe one I get has no rungs?I once had a carthat I used to like to drive,others liked to drive it tooand they nicked it three times.We have all heardof the dive dropping…

and all the DJ wanted to playwere songs about dying and lying,broken hearts and sadness.He never played a songabout the joys of being alive.Just rolled out the carpet of tearsto tantalize our ears.Whether it was meor the music he played,but all I could seewere the tragedies in my life.The songs were depressing meand in the…

the road home is waitingwith a warming glow,a comfy chair to rest our bones,a partner with a large smileto remind us if we thinkof wandering to pastures new.The home we havewith its warming glow.We at times might get boredwanting to seek something new,forgetting momentarilywe have of stable continuity.Then we remember all the thingswe have before…

her hair long flowing and dark,her voice soft and sweet like the song of a lark.Her name whispering like the winds of change,nothing about her would I rearrange.Her eyes twinkle like a mornings silvery deware soft and warm when they look at you.Her skin like satin to the touchis filled with warmth, tenderness and such.A…

see the raindrops sparkleon each little flower head.We listen to the drumbeaton our garden shed.Every little petal outstretchedand reaching for the sungets a little bath todayin the sunshine in the rain.The world is being showeredand dried at the same timeas I walk around the gardenin the sunshine in the rain.7 February 2008