created. Have we made a
rod for our own backs?
By "time thing" I mean
days, mornings especially,
lunch hours and such like.
A New Years Lament
The monster that is January.
Endlessly dark it marauds through our minds.
We have no money,
no hope!
We're on the big downward slide after the Christmas and New Year high!
Dark without sunlight,
the dark bringing us down.
A thousand years 'til payday.
New years resolutions already broken,
Down - down - down!
Broken - broken - broken!
Our holidays are over,
we have to go back to work,
all is gloom - gloom - gloom!
Oh! How I hate New Years Day!
So I Could Give That Love To Thee
The games we played; carefree.
Toast and marmalade for tea.
'Banana Splits' show on TV.
You were always there for me.
My heart would know that you would be
my doctor; teacher; devotee.
Able to fix a poorly knee
a kiss; it's better; 1-2-3.
Soft and warm and feathery
tucked in bed she read to me.
Setting sail across nights sea
and in the morning there you'd be.
You a creative 'bel espirt'
Saturday 'ficks' at the A-B-C.
Fed and safe; secure but free.
Prepared for life as I should be.
Firm with love passed on to me
A loving home and you 'queen-bee'.
When time for bed was your decree,
complaints addressed with repartee!
Sparkle bright my Christmas tree.
An angel staring down at me
None more lovelier than she,
(except the food which I could see!)
Natures hand can sometimes be,
a cruel hand; which it dealt to me.
It came to set your sweet soul free
and you set your sail across the sea.
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When my children come to me,
to ask what type of person she
I gave them all a guarantee
that her love is deep in me
and that she gave that love for free
so I could give that love to thee
The Little Bungalow
Loved; no doubt
the bins went out
the garden; tended
neighbours; friended
...the little place was home!
Schools attended
knowledge extended
homework praised
the children raised
...preparing for the world!
Grown; they left
the place bereft
all over-grown
and all alone
...things did not look good!
Then came the day
she passed away
her soul departs
the ending starts
...the rot begins to take hold!
Buyers amassed
not for the past!
Housing! A must
a profit was just
...all that they could see!
Sold; left waiting
it's future; debating
dark clouds ahead
feeling the dread
...will they knock it down?
Once decorated
plastered; slated
kitchen; modern
now downtrodden
...in a skip outside!
Empty; and sad
sold to a cad!
What lays in store
and what future for?
...the little bungalow!
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