Have you ever looked at a pond

never thinking where it was leadingor how close I would become to you.We were just two soulslooking out for a friendnever thinking that friendshipwould eventually transpire.The messages became less abstracthearts poured out words to one another.Invisible threads were weavedinto something to full fill.Over the years we’ve become closerbonds were firmly cementedyour family became mineand mine…

just after the pubs called time.Now the wobblers you seeare the decrepit souls like me.I have joined the ageof the walking stick brigadeand have become a wobbler.When standing still too longmy legs become jellyand I lose my balance.Whenever I wobble my only problem iswhen I stick my hand out to steady myselfeverything is smaller than…

for some reason or other.Mine is 1963and the summer of that year.The year started normal,but before it was overmy life would change.Something would possess meand never entirely go away.I was eighteen at the time,no steady girlfriend to call mine.Then one day with my wages, she came.I smiled and for some reason,I wanted to go out…

So many times dreams have based themselves with me,and then faded with the dawning of the day.So many times, I asked for an angel,who came briefly before flying away.So many times, I have asked for thingsto fill my life with joy.So many times, I have been deniedthat I don’t ask for anything anymore.28 May 2008

I have the world at my feetand nothing can go wrong.I whistle to myself as I stroll along.Life holds no mysterythat feel I cannot solveand I feel like singingas I wander on my way.25 September 2008

I want to know,if your love is true.If I could read your mind love,it would tell me of your despairthat you hold within,and maybe the solution of how to repair.If I could read your mind lovewhat wonderful thingsI would find thereof your love and how you care.Sadly that’s not possible,I can only guesswhen you’re feeling…