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The Path of Life
When ‘Life’ falls upon you with a two edged sword And plunges deep, and twists, within you And life drains from the vessel that houses your soul
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How might this happen to me
It should have been a doddle my car needing fuel with the garage about five hundred yards from me. I shudder as I think of my journey; simplicity itself with the click of a key
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Wicksteed Park Today
The swimming pool might be gone as have the tiny changing rooms yet my memories linger on to childish things; shut away. I'm still the same but older watching the swings at play
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I'M leaving you today
This is a point of no return I can't go on this way it was not easy for me to say but i'm leaving today pack my things with tears in my eyes smile and say
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She went away
She went away the another day he look so sad I have to say he change the locks she took the kids and she drove away he close the door the silcence was more then he could bear
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Caress of dream.
Elusive state of mind where soul Roams free of mortal flesh above the stars, Free fall of heart into the depths of dream Where naught but memories and hopes exist.
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Say nothing.
Say yes, say no, those words no-longer hold any meaning, not the way they used to, anyway. Remember what the sky looked like when we first met?
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In The Mirror
Who’s to blame? For if we could not see If we did not know The face that faced the world We would only know What lay beneath, The smile, the dimple, the frown What could we tell?
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Buttercups
In a field of golden buttercups I watch the sun at play dancing on there little petals with there golden rays as I watch them gently sway in the soft summer wind oh that golden haze
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