for many a thought have now gone astray
once boisterous clacking keys now grey...
Sometimes we look far too deep
Or choosing paths that are too steep...
I was clearing up my garden
As last night there was a storm...
When looking at the puzzle
Of the jigsaw that I solved...
how comely were
your naked breasts...
There was a time when neighbours spoke,
with smiles and fun and laughs and jokes...
When life gives you a door that's locked
Just stand back and try to knock...
Hope is the flame that burns within,
A spark that ignites even in the darkest of sin...
The economy, a force unseen,
Yet felt in every day and dream...
Sun glows through curtains,
coffee is bitter heaven...
Instead of getting angry
It's better to move on...
No, I don't need these eyeballs
The Good Lord has given me...