The radio on the ledge, Died. And with it, So do i. And my poetry, My stories. The photographs, And collages. The radio died, So did my love. And the passion That once burned.
Rolling in time Strolling along the beat Don’t know what will come All I know I have to hum To the heat Storms will pass I know, I know What will become? Rolling in time Strolling to the beat Staying out of the heat Loving each day Trying to make my way Everyone rides a storm You will get out Strolling along the beat Don’t take the heat Storms of life
“Try and be patient, Have plenty of hobbies, Keep your friends, We do need them Even if we don’t always think the same as them, Be happy - Even if you have to work at it”
Wise words of advice from my mum who sadly is no longer here 🥰
A pink rose smiling in the sunlight With petals so silk Oh a precious sight In my garden it sways Smiling in the warm sunny days A beauty that's loved by everyone.