Dad 😔

My Dad with a heart of gold, generosity was his soul

although pennies he had, neither bought nor sold

a kind disheartened fellow, especially when old

a slight man, always fit without trying, so I was told

short tempered, that scared us children so

the fear runs on, I don’t think it will ever go

damaged by a loneliness that comes unfair

afraid of others that live to scare 

Dad could not help his frightening side

not even from mum his loving bride

he was taken in a careless way

months in hospital then went away

there’s not much left to write or say

except we really miss you today

especially as it is, your birthday. 

Dad X

My All

If I could give you everything, 

I would give you the world

The sea, the stars

even give, you one of them new pink cars

If I could hold you forever in my arms

to be loved by your feminine charms

while listening to the little mouse run around

in the ‘Hungarian dance’ by Brahms

I have been blessed to see you undress 

watch you on the toilet, hold you in a caress

never thinking about the time

when life was such a mess

we have together, lived through the wars

wondering what it is all for

although, I never meant to be a bore

perhaps it’s because I’ve always been poor

Still, you are around, and I have found

moment’s of peace so serene

we have been hiding in the shadow’s

hoping not to be seen

I would love to shout over the Earth

you are the most beautiful woman

I have ever seen

yet, you would find that Crass or obscene

maybe one day, I can share my heart

instead of the whiff from one of my farts 

to be who I really am

maybe even pretend, to like West Ham

I will love you until my blood runs cold

until the sun doesn’t shine anymore

my death would be a tragedy, yet I was old!

to shine with a twinkle in the night 

However I would not dare to be so bold. 

Just when the clouds have gone

How great is life, loving work, loving life

plenty to do, expertly priced

it a joy to rise every morn, feel fresh in the dawn

return back home to feel the love

help the arthritis with some tight fitting gloves

Bang one day 💥 it takes a split, a sack full of shit 

begins a twist, depression hits,

no hint or hollow, no time for sorrow,

just when it’s gone, it’s back with a thump

when all seems fine, I am an old grump

why does it return to make life so bad

the worst timed moment it is so sad  still could be worse!!  …Or