Poem Number 66 - On Your Own - 29/4/1984

Is life so short, to be own your own,

That the days are long?

Is it right to stay in bed all day,

Or is this wrong?

I’m just living a life on my own,

Just to show that I have grown.

Preciously my life was, in turmoil,

Now, it’s only me who I can spoil.

With my television on,

And all blankets wrapped around me,

Just bare nakedness, just lying there,

And the sun shining, just right out side.

Maybe I feel as if I should have a woman, in need,

But I know now what I want, indeed.

It’s different for me, to cater for only one,

But now all it is a great ball of fun.

All I want is a little push, to aid me,

And that was all my two good friends gave to me.

Strange may it be, but not so quiet,

I’m number one and I’ll take no side bets.

Poem Number 65 - Fatigue - 20/4/1984

For once this week, I am feeling tired,

At my home, resting to a sudden nothingness,

And feeling rather calm about any worries,

I don’t seem to feel concerned about my bad past.

Just lying here, listening to silence,

The noises I hear: cars driving past by.

Not thinking about any future fiancé,

Just nothing. Nothing at all.

No woman, to get upset at me,

No woman, to tell me off,

No woman, not letting me feel free,

As I close my eyes, just plain old tired me.

Poem Number 64 - What A Great Day! - 15/4/1984

Do you know that I should’ve been at my Dad’s birthday, today?

Do you know that I have just seen a new friend, today?

For a long time now, I’ve been trying to find out, myself,

I always believed that I was in search of myself,

But not all of this, maybe for the better!

Life is so short,

When you think some more about it.

But when your mind and body is at rest,

Enjoying this peace is not the worst.

May the sunshine all through the windows,

To make us, see right through the darkness.

May the whispering ghosts of yesterdays,

Speak out loud and be at your feet.

Be it, with or without good friends,

May you reign in your kingdom, forever and ever.

Think twice about hurt,

But don’t fall down into the dirt.

Be clean, neat and tidy,

Be courteous to anyone, you know.

Don’t be smart and put on a show!

Just be simply you.

As only you holds your own life in your hands. 

Poem Number 63 - It Wasn't Meant To Be Easy! - 9/4/1984

I have real good friends, who will help,

They know that I needed just that bit of a push,

To get me standing, on my own two feet,

It feels as if I was dirty and I’ve given myself a good wash.

My attitude towards staff at work has not changed,

Neither towards friends I had lost, via my ex-girlfriend.

May my life just run a little smoother?

And not be a little harder.      

Life wasn’t meant to be easy!”

As quoted, by on great politician.

Now, this is still the same,

I don’t think we’re all the same!

Poem Number 62 - To A Lady I Know - 9/4/1984

May I write a poem of hope for one lady,

Who has recently moved to that big city.

Financial, working in an easy country town,

Selling life assurance, with no frowns.

She finds it hard, to get to know this city,

Yet by herself, she has decided to live in Sydney.

I know she has tried to find her feet on the ground,

As true friendship in Sydney, is hard to find.

This lovely lady has found a good school for her teenage daughter,

And she would like to help me get off my feet, as well.

Yet, I would like to give her many leads, from work,

As I know, it would be like working for her in the dark (with the light turned on bright).

I may be young, but I would like to be,

As good as can be to anyone.

It’s my turn to help as much as I can,

As it’s better to use two hands, than one!