Poem Number 83 - In A Subtle Way..... - 31/1/1985

I hope this poem I am thinking of, carefully,

Is a descriptive poem about a person, who’s so friendly,

Such a god’s gifted heart………may unlaiden the earth,

To give is to give, at all costs and at all its worth.

People who just think of themselves, first,

Should be left on the unclean shelves.

So that they can rot in their own dirt,

No one could matter, whether it hurts or not.

To give is not so natural, in today’s world of ours,

Just to enjoy the happiness and glory of a friend for hours.

Listening so carefully and attentively to a friends spoken words,

And in a subtle way…………you assist your friend with your own deep thoughts.

Smiling, laughing and enjoying all of the company,

Shown discretion when needed, at all costs.

Bring your words of wisdom to others of concern,

His body, astern, controls his mind.

Is it wise to think of others more than they think of you?

For this is the man of giving and not taking.

How much cool morning air in winter, makes the grass to dew,

But choosing his friends, not the ones with the big ego. 

Poem Number 82 - Temper - 12/1/1985

My temper is usually unnecessary,

But I always seem to show it all the time.

I do love my Mum and Dad,

Yet I don’t seem to give the love; I love them for.

Is it because I myself find it hard to live at home?

Is it because I try to do my best?

Yet, never leave my mummy and daddy at rest!

Poem Number 81 - A New Year - 1/1/1985

This is the start of a new year, for all of us,

This year, is so special for me,

As it is the year I can stand so tall,

Not like what I was last year, looking so small.

I’ve heard from the years of last,

And I’ll always look back at my: up and down past.

From here on in, I’ll look after myself,

And not leave myself sitting on the shelf.

As I am a man, a man I should be,

Not making my decision on my own,

But listening to others and clearly hear,

Not knowing that I have, so grown.

Maybe I need to educate myself,

In every possible way, in what I want, in my life.

Will anyone answer what I want to question?

Will they become my friend, without hesitation?

There’s only one person, whom I know,

Can answer all of that.

And we know who that is!!!!!

Me.             Me.                Me.

This coming eventful year to follow,

I’ll try not to beg, buy or borrow.

If I do, I’ll just cause more time wastage,

And will never reach the limits of my first imaginary life.

Words are spoken, so fast,

As we hear the bells chime.

With a man, who’s life has gone to part,

Do we hear him cry,” have you got a dime?”

Rushed in quietness that freshens all thoughts,

In such a unique way, so no one else should know.

As the liquid flows from the write able pen,

Till he looks out, towards the wall clock that shows the hour of ten.

He as it been so long, that there wasn’t any sleep?
Does he still feel strong enough, to carry on with the day?