That one day we shall get it.
Life, light, garden and the humming bird.
Oh many of us have
And many inspire our opening
Many give their voice to my fragile mind
As I wake to a new day
Many take care of my teeth
My bones and my eyes
Some have pointed out my errors
That I may get over bad habits
For that is the breadth and depth
Of my shattered, bruised heart.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Dear World
Humans have dominated the earth, the sky and the mythology but this world was not created for profit. This world was created by dreams of su...
-
9: language - every living creature has some form of communication, a way to warn of danger and a way to welcome. The language we use ...
-
This post is a continuation of the series on the new class system , and bears no relation to the slang usage referring to a part of female ...
-
I remember being cornered at a party, back in the sixties when I was a new immigrant to Canada, by a young man telling me why the UK is goin...
No comments:
Post a Comment