In times of great sorrow,

I found a little poem thatI wrote twenty odd years ago.I thought to myselfthat is not all that bad.It shouldn’t stay buried anymore.Therefore, I dusted it offand read it through,nodded my headand knew what I’d do.So I typed it upand read through it again.I then decided to share itwith all of my friends,and what was…

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.

It runs one way and then runs another.Confusion strikes your mind,making you unsure what to do.Whether you want to stay or go with the flow.There is another alternativeand that is to run away.Get lost in the far maddening crowdthat seek no pleasureswherever they wander toand take solace in the factthere maybe millions like you,or you…

yet to others they have a different point of view.They see the things you do in another perspective.When I was in self-doubt over my parenting skills,not sure, if I made all the right decisionsa late friend said to me.Look you have taken on two children which were not your own, raised them well.There are many…

Only memories of the past,fill each empty room.Once you stood so proud,laughter rang out from your walls.Now only cobwebs and decay inherit there.What sad story has lead to your decline?The lights from your windows,don’t shine there anymore.Only ghosts from the past,live in every room.Ghosts that once brought laughter.That rang out every night,are silent and no…

for a little support,but if no one is thereloneliness creeps upon usand our criesare only heard by despair.Pain wells up from deep withindulling our sensesinto doing thingsnot normal in our lives,snapping out at everyonein a desperate bidfor someone to listento all our pleas.11 February 2014