March 29, 2012

 

 

In our lives we have lots of pals,

And acquaintances by the score.

I don’t suppose that we ever know,

Which of those we really bore.

 

But how many people

Can we really call our friend?

Who’ll support us through thick and thin

Right to the end?

 

A real friend will tell us that we are wrong,

Knowing that we will shout.

They’d rather be truthful and make us see sense,

Than see us look a fool – I’ve no doubt.

 

A friend can be candid but still remain loyal.

And at times drive us right round the bend.

But they’ll always listen at the drop of a hat,

And always our problems they’ll mend.

 

 

A true friend is priceless

A solid rock,

Upon whom we can always depend.

 

 

 

Sometimes thoughts are too personal to mention

Sometimes memories are too heartbreaking to recall

Sometimes my world without you seems so futile

Sometimes I don’t want to live at all

 

 

Sometimes I get so melancholy

Sometimes I feel emotional and want to scream

Sometimes I realise that life is intolerable

Sometimes I see you, but know it’s a dream

 

 

Sometimes my mind goes around in circles

Sometimes I think I am going insane

Sometimes I thank the Lord that I met you

Sometimes we meet in loves sleepy lane

 

 

Sometimes words that you said come to haunt me

Sometimes I want to tell you about my day

Sometimes tears gently fall in abundance

Sometimes the game, I do give away

 

 

 

When you awoke this morning

You were filled with love and desire

You turned to me and I could see

Your bright eyes were on fire

 

When I awoke this morning

I knew I had to iron your shirt

And put the wheelie bin out

So the bed I did desert.

 

 

 

I heard you call my name today.

Your quiet voice whispered through the

Rustling boughs of the wind torn oak tree.

How did I know it was you?

Oh, that was easy.

For after the calling, the voice continued

‘Wake up, you silly little chump’

And in that instance

I knew you’d kept your promise

To come back and visit.

 

 

March 28, 2012

 

Remember when times were exciting

With no responsibilities to dwell upon?

And the only thing that seemed important

Was whether the sun came out and shone.

 

Remember feeling so very carefree?

When time was really our own.

No hassle, no rush, no commitment.

No, not even a mobile phone.

 

Remember when things really mattered?

And somehow people always had time.

When folks left their front doors open,

Without any fear of crime.

 

Remember those long gone days?

When people weren’t in search of power

And time just used to tick by

Gently, hour by hour.

 

Remember when life was so simple?

When selfishness and greed were rare.

When people looked after each other,

And were always willing to share.

 

Remember, remember, remember.

For those times are a far off planet

That has long since, sadly, uprooted.

And left us forever, damn it !

 

 

 

Where there was Myrtle

There was laughter and mirth

Now our hearts ache with sadness

As this season of her birth

Comes around once again

For no joy can we find

As we question the departing

Of a loved one so kind.

She must have been needed

In a better place than this

Our eyes stream with tears

As we blow her a kiss

And remember her loyalty,

Her wisdom and good sense

We celebrate her life

But that is no recompense!

Because the loss we are feeling

Is too great to express

And proves once again

That God only takes the best

She was a piece of our jig-saw

A vital part in the plan

That made us tick as a family

‘We’ll sure miss you man!’

 

And as dawn rises up

Once again on Josey Hill

It’ll be a sadder place without her

But life goes on still

So let us rejoice – together in one voice

As we thank God in Heaven

For our own – Myrtle Boyce

 

 

 

 

 

 

The country set

The cheshire set

The clubs where folk belong

 

 

The horsey set

The jet set

Let’s fly off to Hong Kong

 

 

The golf set

The church set

Let’s sing that tuneful song

 

 

The ‘In’ set

The tennis set

Life’s just a game of ping-pong!

 

 

March 27, 2012

 

Love is addictive

A lifetime disease

 

It can break hearts in two

With relative ease

 

Love is obsessive

A feeling quite rare

 

Love is a killer

So one must beware

 

Love rots the mind

It’s a real life condition

 

It imprisons ones thoughts

Without any remission

 

Love is so hurtful

A pain to endure

 

Love is simplistic

And yet also so pure.

 

 

 

March 26, 2012

 

Keep things in proportion

Have realistic dreams

For greed and over confidence

Can ruin the smartest schemes

 

 

 

That fickle hair doesn’t have a care

It’s wayward, an outcast

A persistent nuisance

Dancing wildly across the eyes

Impossible to catch

It’s out of control

A confounded pest

It’s a loner, a straggler

A rebel

An unwanted guest

Separated from the rest

Immune to lotions or spray

It’s a distraction

A show off

It demands centre stage

Fills the owner with rage

It’s mind boggling

A monster

Wafting to and fro

The blighter must go

There, it’s cut off in it’s prime

Ah, but wait

It has sisters and brothers

Silently queuing

Just waiting their chance

To break free from the others

And onto ones forehead prance

That single strand of hair

Is a nightmare

That can never be resolved

 

 

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