WITHOUT ANGELS

I’D BE LOST WITHOUT MY ANGELS

WHO GUIDE ME THROUGH EACH DAY

THEY SPREAD THEIR LOVE AROUND ME

IT’S ALWAYS BEEN THAT WAY

THEY COMFORT ME IN SAD TIMES

AND CHUCKLE WHEN I LAUGH

THEY EVEN JUST IGNORE ME

WHEN I’M BEING DAFT

IT’S SUCH A JOY TO HAVE THEM

NO MATTER WHERE I ROAM

WITH ANGELS ALL AROUND ME

I’LL NEVER FEEL ALONE

Withered Dreams

I am lost in Withered Dreams

Where once I saw a future

Now holds forgotten schemes

The book that I’ve been reading

Now races to its end

And all its final chapters

Will make me see my friend

That life it has no ending

But forever tells its tales

That each and everyone of us

Who comes to earth will play

Some chapters will be tragic

And some so full of light

But each must be encountered

Before all things come right

And we each one the author

Of what we have in store

In every breathing moment

We must in life endure

While chasing to our end

Thought to Ponder – “My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.”- George R R Martin

Music on You Tube – Mac Wiseman – It rains just the same in Missouri.