How many stabs must I take
A wishful handshake from long ago
Many they act as if they do not know
A mans word his strenth comes true
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Troubled Parts Of A Wishful Heart
How many stabs must I take
A wishful handshake from long ago
Many they act as if they do not know
A mans word his strenth comes true
Means nothing more than a fine adue
A thousand pieces my heart is broke
All he thinks of is to take another toke
Where is life does he not see the strife
How many hearts are laid to waste
He's not wicked its not the blood to taste
For he cares not of trust or love
Tis just a fantitisy not from above
Wicked shrecks and broken hearts
How long before the trust is gone
He'll wake up and see the wasted
Years cast out to sea
Then he; ll wake and see
Who he can truly be
These are not the seed Ive sown
But the children before they've grown
They see not the morning light
Nor the moon above
This nothing more
Than a Fathers unconditional Love
Hi Cliff. Jerry Hughes, who's dyslexic, is hoping to get in touch with others who have the same problem on this site. If you feel like chatting to him (Australian,74, ex-boxer) can you manage it through the site? I'm still vague on this messaging system. cheers, Michael
Hi Cliff...I am just beginning to read your poetry, 'The Dance' and 'I Think Not Jo D' among the first. Your are a writer for sure. Have you given thought to publishing a poetry book? I think you should. Just me, Lare Joseph Austin
Cliff, I left messages for Jerry Hughes in the members' enclosure, one to say that you were hoping to get in touch with him, but I'm not sure he got them...