Why

You broke my heart
and damaged my pride
and left me out to dry
all I can say to you
is why, why, why?

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It’s Too Big

My mum says it’s a toothbrush,
but it’s much too big for me,
and why does it stand on the floor
next to the lavatory?

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Life, Experience, Knowledge

When something more than nothing,
that seems considerably more
disappears into none existence
leaves me mystified for sure.

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Chin Up

When dark clouds surround you
and life doesn’t seem worthwhile.
There are many far worse off than you
that still manage to smile.

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Don’t Give Up Hope

When it seems that the world is against you
and all roads lead to despair.
There is a footpath if you look for it
and it’s always there.

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Young Love

Sees only what it wants to see,
everything else is an annoying distraction.
It demands unconditional acceptance
and a reciprocating reaction.

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Attraction

An instants glimpse that caught the eye
raised an interest without a try.
A gentle curve that sought to please
brought a pleasurable moments tease.

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Hairy Fred

The ants from the ground
can always be found
from Alaska to Timbuktu.

There’s one in our shed
who I call hairy Fred
who frequents the upstairs loo.

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Colour

First there was darkness
then there was light,
with it came colour
to shape our life.

Colour is the key
to what we are,
not in hues,
but in character.

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The Expense of Love

Love is not all what it’s cracked up to be
and it’s not been a bed of roses for me.
I think love and I weren’t meant to get on,
my love has spent my money and gone.

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