Something long pending, but never quite got around writing it. Whenever people hear that I write poems, their first reaction is that of a deep shock and surprise
first breath first words first walk you were there day i read day i wrote day i drew you were there day i cried day i smiled you
across the water on a lonely spot with the sky for company water for a friend he watches from this vantage point day after day week after week
the previous one was written by colin (another gr8 one m8) i edited the last set of words Freedom …. To Speak …. To Act …. To Change
Freedom …. To Speak …. To Act …. To Change …. Re-Arrange Freedom …. To Speak …. Yet I Cannot To Act …. Yet I Dare Not To
Spring The first rush of love, like flowers that bloom Seeing your lover can never be to soon Everything’s growing, nothing stands still All thoughts are happiness, nothing
Once in a while, we meet SOMEONE – Who makes us feel so good, Who really seems to understand us, In a way very few people could. Mere
got this from a place i visit. posted by a good friend Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain Slapping on the
Sometimes it’s hard to write the words That you, my dear, should see. Or say the things that you need to hear, Or be as I should be.
If I was one thing, I’d be a candle Lighting the way so you can handle Your life easier without woes Not having to fight with your foes.