Someday I’ll write a diary
Of everything I do
I’ll edit all the pages
To make it seem more true
I’ll call it my own history
A tale of life so far
Then I’ll give it another edit
In case I’ve gone too far
Each edits so important
To help the world to see
Just why I made decisions
That appears just good for me
Only people so important
Will bother with my text
And realise quite quickly
I’m a cut above the rest
They’ll talk about my writings
As if I’m Samuel Pepys
A diary of such wonder
That everyone will keep.
SOMEONE ELSES SUMMER
IT’S SOMEONE ELSES SUMMER
IT REALLY ISN’T MINE
IT BELONGS TO ALL THE FLOWERS
ENRICHED BY GODS DESIGN
TO THE LOVELY LITTLE SONGBIRDS
THAT SERENADE EACH DAY
TO TREES WITH ALL THEIR FOILAGE
AS ON THE BREEZE THEY PLAY
IT BELONGS TO THE SOUNDS OF WATER
DASHING OVER FALLS
TO THE CHUBBY LITTLE BULLFROGS
AS FROM THEIR ROCKS THEY CALL
IT BELONGS TO ALL THE CHILDREN
WHO RUN AND DANCE AND PLAY
IT BELONGS TO ALL THE LOVERS
WHO BENEATH ITS CLOUDS DO LAY
IT’S ONE OF NATURES WONDERS
THAT VISIT EVERY YEAR
A TIME TO BATHE IN SUNSHINE
AND BRUSH AWAY OUR FEARS
THE WINTER IS FORGOTTEN
WHILE LOST AMIDST HER SPELL
IT’S SOMEONE ELSES SUMMER
BUT YOU CAN NEVER REALLY TELL
Siesta
A restful day that’s full of peace
With gentle sway new hopes released
For nothing can in hurried pace
Disturb the future we all must face
But just for now in sweet accord
I’ll fight the chance of feeling bored
And have a sweet siesta
Thought To Ponder – Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired._ Jules Renard
Music on You Tube – Heartbearts – Jose Gonzalez
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