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July 14, 2012
Auntie Nellie loved strawberry jelly,
Uncle Bertie loved fruity tarts.
Auntie Nellie watched soaps on the telly,
Uncle Bertie preferred to watch darts.
The deal is struck and
adrenaline’s running high.
The build up has been mind blowing
But to the bonus, wave goodbye.
Go outside and mix.
Join the world.
Talk to anyone, smile
at everyone you pass.
Sit on the grass and
people watch.
Interact.
Just get off those
confounded contraptions
and LIVE
Lacking in table manners, they
eat like chimps in the zoo.
Shovelling it in and gobbling
it down, without so much
as a chew!
He was willing to leave
his roots to be with her.
But she wouldn’t hear of it,
and thus spent the rest of her
life wondering – what if?
Under normal circumstances
such an idea would have been
unthinkable. She’d already been
warned that sorrow she would drink.
But she was lead by her stubborn
foolhardiness, and unable, clearly to think.
She lived and died and no-one knew,
the pain she felt, for she withdrew.
She kept her suffering out of view,
to prove her love for me and you.
July 13, 2012
My tears into rain have gathered
My smile now the beaming sun
My presence in the form of a shiver,
is all I dare deliver.
It’s best to own up to the simplest mistake
because not to, would only be folly.
If sorry doesn’t work, then plead insanity
It’s OK to be quite off your trolley
It’s best to recover from any such mistake,
as fast as you possibly can.
Get it right off your chest then lay it to rest,
and move on to your very next plan.
As we all grow, we must make that mistake,
from which we always step back and retreat.
How many times must we wobble and fall,
before finally finding our feet?
How dull life would be without a single mistake,
to refer to at some later stage.
And how sad not to have in our memory bank,
a mistake that was worth a week’s wage!
The words she said
came back to haunt me.
At the time I dismissed them
as futile and meaningless.
But the words she said
were profound and should
have been listened to.