Poem Number 51 - Hearing Whispers....Far, Far Away - 4/3/1984

Alone I am in my bed, feeling relaxed,

Lying and feeling the warm sheets on the bed.

I’m missing my girl's warmth and her conversation,

But I can hear her whispers, from far, far away.

Closer they get, with the volume increasing,

My ears are opened to what is being heard.

Then suddenly, “Troubles” jumps up onto the bed,

At least, she doesn’t want to be fed.

There is no other woman, whom I feel strongly towards, so much everyday,

I am very proud of her to make me feel, that way,

After all that was sad and done,

I only know, that nothing will ever go wrong.

Am I faced with the agony of her never returning back?

Or leaving me to make me feel, so free?

No. I will not be definitely-leaving my girl,

Because of juvenile decisions, I sometimes try to sell.

My main concern is for us to have a child,

Which would be such a wonderful experience.

 My girl, a mother should be,

And myself, a father I will be.

My girl is a special person, who needs a hold to take care of a child,

She does not need training, to love and to look after a dear little one.

She would seem to be a gentle mother,

And to treat her child, very mild.

I’m not such a hopeless driver when I am able to drive my own car,

I haven’t been given a chance to drive, whilst someone else is there.

Please my girl, give me a chance as I do feel “Shitty”,

That you don’t give me that chance, of a lifetime.

I feel I should help you,

When you have those internal pains,

As I’d even go down on my knees,

To try and get rid of your pains.

We are in the red with all kinds of payments,

But don’t forget, we are both bringing a wage in,

To clear off my commitments

We will both always have our own way,

In our financial matters, which concern us,

But luck has not arrived…

To give me that chance.

A short spell from each other,

Will not split us apart.

This will bring us back together,

And closer will be our hearts

We will think of each, one another,

To imagine, that we’re both there.

On top of cloud nine,

And then, we really feel fine.

We have yet to set the important date,

As we’re still waiting to put through Michelle’s divorce,

A day when we’ll definitely remember,

As we unite and begin our own family members.

A day of joy, laughter and fun,

And later going towards the boiling sun,

Just lying on the sand, sun-glasses resting on our eyes,

Enjoying the peace together and forgetting of the entire human race.