Bernard Shaw Poems
|1.||A Cross At The Front.||10/27/2003|
|4.||A New Start.||10/14/2003|
|5.||A Poem A Day.||10/18/2003|
|7.||An Evening Out.||11/1/2003|
|22.||Derby And Joan.||10/18/2003|
|24.||Do Not Grieve.||10/10/2003|
|25.||Eclipse.11 August 1999.||11/5/2003|
|39.||Hills And Dales.||11/1/2003|
Comments about Bernard Shaw
Have you ever had that feeling?
That you are completely lost.
Your mind and senses reeling,
As in a dark foreboding frost.
Nothing but nothing is as it seems,
Words like phantoms come and go.
It is as if all the bizarre dreams,
Have turned your brain to snow.
The ticking of the mantelpiece clock,
Cuts the silence like a knife.
Your mind is in a mysterious block,
You ask yourself is this my life.
Perhaps I am just getting old,
Brain and body gone to pot,
Where are the times that I was bold,
And my brain could solve every plot.
I have great love for my Teddy Bear,
I take him with me everywhere.
He was well known at my school,
Being quiet and gentle he broke no rule.
When I go to bed at night,
With him by my side I need no light.
We cuddle each other as I go to sleep,
When we are together no tears do I weep.
Together we have slowly grown old,