Norman E Dale
Norman E Dale Poems
|5.||Letter's Home (A Soldier's Lament)||6/6/2005|
|9.||One More Day||5/16/2005|
|10.||Just Another Day||5/23/2005|
|15.||Fat And Fun||6/10/2005|
Comments about Norman E Dale
He sits alone upon his bed,
his aging fur threadbare.
I've always called him just old Ted,
cos he was always there.
He wiped my eyes when there were tears,
yet never moaned, or frowned.
He held my hand through childhood fears,
he was good to have around.
He'd be there with his knowing look
and an enigmatic smile,
He taught me more that any book,
about patience, poise and style.
He watched them as they'd come and go,
the toys, the girls, the years,
but through it all, he never showed,
bad temper, stress nor tears.
Now he ...
In the depths of velvet mind,
there dwells the one who no
one knows, save for those moments
when he shows, in torment or in
his secrets of desire.
He dwells in robes of fear,
his face to know,