Everyone wants to sail

I am but a tiny spec.I am a mere mortalin a world filled with millionsand millions moreeach trying to stand above the restand have their name rememberedlong after they have gonefor the great things they have done.I look again at myselfand feel somewhat sadfor I doubt if I’ll be rememberedfor anything good or bad.31 January…

Now I’d trade of all my tomorrows,for just one of those yesterdays.Those days when we would walk,arm in arm down lovers lane,and I would sit with my arm around your shoulders,in the back row of the pictures,when the evening came.Oh, if I could only bring them back again.The days when we were happy,dancing in the…

You pick up your penand it is a great struggle to write.You try to force it out,but it doesn’t do any good.You throw your hands in the air;scream why is this happening to me?Your brain answers back,you fool can’t you see.I want a day off like everyone else.Lately you have been taxing me a bit,and…

then we stop and think for a little while.Where they really better than today?Has our memory fuzzed out the hurt,and blotted out the thing we want to forget?It is a question of perspective.They were great if you want them, to be that way,or they were horrible, as far as I recall.Nostalgia can swing either way.The…

Listen to the wind,the wind from the sea.Where is my love,my love from the summerlost on the windand gone from me?Remember my lovehow we walked in the meadows,remember my lovehow we walked by the sea.Once we loved,we loved that summer,but never againmy love shall I see.Date unknown

His restless nature meant he had to find another perch,maybe my lap for a few minutes at a time.His ginger coat was fluffyand his fur clung to my clothes,but he was loveablefrom his pink nose to his toes.Company in the silent timeas I drank my cup of teaand composed my poetry.9 June 2009