It doesn’t matter things aren’t as they seem
The song which plays was not our first request
As no one scores a life from just a dream
You had me at my worst, I had your best
Most of what you’ll read here is life and fun, with episodes from my past, amusing and serious. But I have an unwelcome stranger lodged in my brain, as you’ll find if you explore my stories. Our destinies are interlocked, but its deadly presence reminds me every minute that each day of life is a miracle. This is my space to reflect on life, and an interactive area where we can share our experiences freely. Without you, this blog has no reason for existence. Carpe Diem!
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Wow Denis. What a lovely poem, especially the line: 'The song which plays was not our first request'. Makes you think, doesn't it? Sorry you have to keep reminding us that you're a hard man, but methinks thou doth protest too much.ReplyDelete
What's this damned wet stuff coming out of my eyes?ReplyDelete
Ashley is a beautiful poet. His poem "Goodbye" is one of my very favourites. Now I have another very favourite. xxReplyDelete