I have just started to write some poems. Nothing much else to say at the moment. If you like the poems, or, alternatively, don't, leave us a wee comment :)
Many loves have come and gone, with many never staying too long.
But my love for you is un-bending,
My thoughts of you un-ending
I sometimes sit and think Of what could have been,
If only I had been heard more or seen.
I guess we were a cause forlorn.
Money can drive one to badness, and if used enough with greed, even to madness.
It's a sad fact to say that money makes the world go around;
Sadness and misery caused by one single dollar or pound.