PERSEVERANCE . When things go wrong as they sometimes will, When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to sigh, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit – Rest […]
WINE THOUGHTS . When all that is left hangs on Memory’s threads, Threads far richer in number, Than the fair hairs of your head. Which of those memories shall I dwell on? . Will it be the moment when the moonbeam, Paused upon your lovely face, When my […]
A SHILLING FROM HIS PAY . When poppy seeds and sweetheart’s tears, Are falling till the May; Then who’ll replace the young men, Who have fallen in the fray? Will young men’s eyes be passion filled? Bright lit by lies absurd, Oh, what’s a young man left to […]
THE PRESENCE OF GOD THAT WE SEE . I searched for God where I thought I would find, His spirit of love as a ghost, A presence beyond the borders of man, Yet a friend who was closer than most. . For Christmas was coming, the old would […]
I SAW A YOUNG MAN WALKING . The youth I met today was old, A child of early times, Much water had passed under bridge, How oft’ those church bells chimed. One hundred or more years, I’d say, They stood at young man’s grave to pray, And yet […]
THE ETERNAL SOUL . Two mortal souls lived sweet and sour, The lovers dreamed in garden bower, In orchards filled with nature’s bloom, They cradled life from womb to tomb. ‘ That I will love you past the call, Stay wed your soul past curtain’s fall, To love […]
WHERE THE SKYLARKS SING . The summer breezes balmy, Brought cotton clouds to rest, They drifted aimless, some were caught, Upon the mountain crest, The maid was plucking flowers, Her shoulder turned aside, To hide the blush upon her cheek, Was it a flush of pride? That I […]
THE FACE IN THE CROWD . The sun went down and the night came grey, I pulled the blinds on another day. The chill was mine when I thought no more, Of the face in the crowd, I was looking for. . Her face I had seen from […]
ALZHEIMER’S . I think I just fell over, son, I really can’t be sure; Perhaps I just lay down awhile, I think it is the floor. Oh, I wish that I was younger, Less tired and bemused; Why do I, son, fall over; And why am I confused? […]
MY AUBURN MA VOURNEEN . Do you remember, ma vourneen, A hill where once we dreamed, Beneath the pines of summer where The shafts of sunlight gleamed. How they sparkled on the hummock, How they dappled all the green. Do you remember how you felt, My auburn ma […]
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