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)
that times seems to fly by.When we were, youngdays never seem to end.There was always enough timeto do everything we wanted to do,but as you get olderthere is no time anymore.Is it the world or is it Ithat find there is less timeto do all I want to do.When I was youngI never worried about…
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…
that maybe right or maybe not.We always have words to saywhen we are talking to someone.Therefore when you thinkyou have lost words to writeyou haven’t really.Just think of a conversationyou might be having with a friendand before you know,the words will start again.9 June 2008
as she put on my suit.Sounds a bit wacky,but it happened that way,and this all occurredbecause a fairy sprinkledmagic dust in our hair.We were arguing how hardboth our lives werewhen a fairy suddenly appearedand sprinkled magic dust in our hair,and then she told us our roleswould reverse in the morning.She then disappearedwithin a blink of…
we are what we are.If we are a happy personwe remain always that wayeven though the job we docan sometimes get us down.Other jobs gives a buzzand we feel we are onwhat some refer to as cloud nine.Our personality effects other.A happy personality canand very often does generateall the joyful feelings they need,7 November 2014
as lovers walk in secluded placesarm in arm under the moon.They kiss and talk small talkthen continue to walk againas evening stretches into nighton the lover’s lane.20 February 2011
