With pen in hand,

I didn’t want them in years to come,to haunt me with memories of you.Our car in which we used to travel,around to see our friends,I sold so I could get something new,that didn’t hold the perfume of you.The house would have to go,too many memories,of you lingering there,and they are too hard to bear.Just another…

Raindrops like teardrops,I have cried since you went away.People pass me by,hurry on their way,they all overlook this fool,that love has cast astray.Morning with the early birdsong,greets my waking eyes.Engines with batteries flat,strain to come alive.Everything is waking,for another day,and I remain the fool,love has cast astray.

In this world, there is no space.There is no place,for things Impossible to achieve,and we forget them as time goes on,along with our missed chances.We do what we can;with whatever skills we’ve got,hoping it is enough,to see us through.Maybe it is and maybe it isn’t.It is something we will never know.

and with a little faithone day I may get there.Where everything is equaland shared equally the same.Faith leads as we ventureon across the bridge of hopeand into the arms of charity.Each day we may struggleto keep our lives afloatas we venture closerto the bridge of hope.10 February 2009

and lived in a different country.I used to go into the back gardenand sit on my swing.Rocking back and forwardI used to gaze up in the skyand watch the Daks flyingacross an unmolested skyon a sunny afternoon.2 March 2008Author’s note:Dak is an abbreviation for the Douglass Dakota Aircraft.

Some do it with money,others choose jewellery and a home,but the writer leaves his words.Hoping in years to comethat someone will appreciateeverything he had to say.That his words will not be forgotten,gathering dust in a drawer somewhere,but that someone in some distant year,will read them and enjoy,and then to the world declare.That what he wrote…