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Walk in My Shoes.
Walk In My Shoes.
I've known you since we were at school.
You took the serious side of life.
I spent my youth trying to be the fool.
Yet it was you who had friends by his side.
Education set you up for a fabulous career.
My childhood qualified me to fail.
Nothing fazes you; you had a hard veneer.
I play catch up in the wake of your trail.
Sometimes I envy ...
Friday 11th October 2024 5:42 pm
Retrospection
Should we spend our time just looking back?
And replay our lives all painted black?
Should we say 'What if's...?' or 'If only... '
To explain why we are sad and lonely?
So do not be angry with the past.
Try making your contentment last.
Don't be impatient. Do not fret.
And with the life you've led don't be upset.
So don't be cross. Don't be a quitter,
And of what has happened do not b...
Friday 20th October 2023 10:31 am
Looking back...
If we look back in time and see
All those who brought us misery,
Should we hate or should we forgive?
With which of these should we now live?
Shall we find peace or be embittered?
Shall our minds be clear or with troubles littered?
Should we in joy or sadness wallow?
And which of these paths should we follow?
Shall we resolve to be dejected?
And accept when have been rejected?
Should...
Saturday 8th April 2023 6:33 am
Remembering The Garden
I've been remembering the garden
we once tended
I've been thinking of the petals
that fell each autumn
I've been working through the list
of things we said but never did
And the rains that fell upon our garden
and the snow that covered all
O, that snow...
I've been remembering the garden
we once enjoyed
I've allowed myself some moments
to reflect with clarity
I've been feeling sad...
Sunday 28th April 2019 12:10 am
DAD
There was a man I knew,
not too close, not too far,
as a child he was there
to tend to my scars.
A man with a past,
of that I had no doubt,
a man, when provoked,
who knew how to shout.
A happy man
with a smile for all,
he'd always be there to
pick me up when I'd fall.
And though never far away,
we were never very close,
a sign of those times
...Sunday 17th May 2015 11:54 pm
Moving On
Moving On
staring through the window
at that dark and dismal place
where shadows danced and jittered
and a stranger had my face
I was shocked, but not surprised, to find
my future hopes would never last
if I stayed gazing in the mirror
and obsessing with the past
Thursday 28th November 2013 8:36 pm
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