The clouds do darken, the rain does drop
I wonder when its going to stop.
The pitter-patter of rain does fall
Against my windows, against my wall.
My ‘Get Up and Go’
Just ‘Got Up and Went’
It wasn’t intentional,
It must have been Heaven sent.
Poetry! ! Poetry! ! Poetry! !
Why are we addicted to Poetry?
We Poets who write,
All day or all night,
No words can express my feelings,
Of how it will be for us,
But, to start a friendship,
Has to be based on Trust.
Will others remember me
When from this Mortal Life I slip?
As I remember those of my forebears,
Who did before me live.
Celebrate or not
They come each year to stay
To count your years for all
To know you and your ways.
Deborah, I rack my brains,
If brains I have,
For something good to say,
To wish you well on this,
Our life is like a Maze,
With a Start and one End.
We journey through it constantly,
Hoping it’ll last till Eternity.
Sitting down my eyes closed tight,
Wondering whether I’ll write tonight,
Another poem for you to see,
My pen and paper are close to me.