I walked in with the resolution of one sent
on an unhappy errand
a chore best done quickly.
Your eyes turn to my direction and your gaze
...
I would like to be with you
walking down the beach hand in hand
I would like to be with you
writing my name and yours in the sand
...
when it comes it will be no suprise
it will be welcomed as a prize
an award for a life...lived
yes that I've done- lived
...
Some Days
some days some men
give me hell
and that's when
I get angry and tell
them to go
back into the womb
in which the did grow
or easier still into a tomb
and leave me be
but I see
there are rare days
when a woman with a stern gaze
plays beethoven's the wolf
on my nerves
and my pride deserts me
rhyme and reason
abandon me to the vulgarities of the profane
and I'n left tremling
and a little less sane