A voices cries out in despair
“Where are we going? ”
The answer eludes all he asked
The days move quicker
Creases of fear lines the face
Age mares each individual
Clock hands move faster
The hands become a blur
Face shrinks in features
The lone voice cries out again
“Where are we going? ”
The reply was elusive
Looking around
The reason becomes clear
He was alone
With only his voice
For comfort
Tears leaked from his eyes
His answer became clear
He knew where he was going –
No where
as airy voices ring in our ears.First about dogs,packs of them,chasing some poor deer,and then we hear ofa black and white spotted monster,from there it’s on to Rabbi Burns,who is breading like rabbits.Next is about some poor Mrs.who has everything,but doesn’t know what to do,after that we are serenadedabout people standing on their head.Ah, but…
For about a week this went on,at 8pm precise every night.Then came the opening and closing doors,by some unseen hand any hour of the day.Furniture moved around on it their accord,then the voices came,arguing from somewhere.Continual searches of each room,but nothing was found there.Suddenly it stopped, and harmony reined.There was a rest bite for what…
seem to get in the way.With the embarrassing and funny onesI have no problem with them at all.However, when I try and write about my parentsmy heart with sorrow fills,not because of their love for meas there wasn’t much there.The pain comes from the factthat they never seem to know I was there.1 September 2010
when through the door walked a goat.He stood and looked around,then continued to eat an artichoke.When he finished he sat and asked for a drink,someone got up and gave him a bowel of water.The goat looked at the offering with disgust.Ain’t you got anything stronger that that?Of course, we have, came the reply.Well pour me…
all those who behold,may hold the coldest heart,you are ever likely to meet.Yet the ugliest face,which turns glances aside,may hold the warmest,and kindest heart,You will ever find.Beauty is only skin deep.The real beauty,always lies deep within,and holds a heart of gold,which some find hard to find.
it is only if we go awayfor a month or twothen come backto the changes that show through.Streets have changedbefore our very eyes.It is only then we realisehow we ignore the changesthat happen within our lives.12 October 2008
