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bob-strum
retired.Was a forensic psychiartrist Before that worked as primary school teacher degrees in medicine. law and arts with postrrfaduat degrees in Psychology. Divorced living alone theree living childfen 2 deceased. Born in Vienna escaped in 1939 and have liv ed in Australia since then. Stong spiritual beliefs but have not found the answer in any one religion I beleive that everybody must find their own level
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I look at the future. I look at the past. I undo each suture. I’m finished at last. The scars are all healing. The damage is done. I have been left feeling. That evil has won. I grieve for the homeless Who live in the street. I feel their distress. There are some you meet In public heath clinics, Or buying their dope. I  hear all the cynics Say there is no hope. There are many out there Relationships end. There are some who don’t care Although they pretend. Your children reject you. They don’t understand. You need them but they too Are there to demand The gangs who are drinking Stand outside the pubs. Too drunk to be thinking Their fists are mere clubs. The young who are driving Just seeking their thrills. But never arriving. Behaviour which kills. The girls short of money, Or merely seduced. Sold for their honey. Their lifespan reduced. Some whose lives are shattered Remain unfulfilled. Their hopes may have mattered Their voices are stilled. I’m aware some succeed Whilst others will fail. Some are subject greed. Some will go to jail. I have witnessed sadness. I have witnessed joys. I have witnessed madness. We are just God’s toys. Life’s just a marathon In which we compete. Some try hard to go on. Some do face defeat. Life can be confusing. I can’t see the point. It is not amusing. It’s all out of joint. Colour has gone out of my life I now live in shades of grey I live on the edge of a knife All the joy has gone away I hoped that after eighty years There would be much to enjoy Yet I am overcome with tears Sometimes trivial things will annoy My world my life and my belief Subject to review and grief It is far from easy alone I crave loving company I have sinned I know I must atone It is not enough for me There is a life I want to share Activities thoughts, ideals I broadcast messages to air An angler casting his reals Hoping there is someone out there Perhaps there is a life to share
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
bob-strum
A PAINTING BY BREUGEL
I look at the future. I look at the past. I undo each suture. I’m finished at last. The scars are all healing. The damage is done. I have been left feeling. That evil has won. I grieve for the homeless Who live in the street. I feel their distress. There are some you meet In public heath clinics, Or buying their dope. I  hear all the cynics Say there is no hope. There are many out there Relationships end. There are some who don’t care Although they pretend. Your children reject you. They don’t understand. You need them but they too Are there to demand The gangs who are drinking Stand outside the pubs. Too drunk to be thinking Their fists are mere clubs. The young who are driving Just seeking their thrills. But never arriving. Behaviour which kills. The girls short of money, Or merely seduced. Sold for their honey. Their lifespan reduced. Some whose lives are shattered Remain unfulfilled. Their hopes may have mattered Their voices are stilled. I’m aware some succeed Whilst others will fail. Some are subject greed. Some will go to jail. I have witnessed sadness. I have witnessed joys. I have witnessed madness. We are just God’s toys. Life’s just a marathon In which we compete. Some try hard to go on. Some do face defeat. Life can be confusing. I can’t see the point. It is not amusing. It’s all out of joint. Colour has gone out of my life I now live in shades of grey I live on the edge of a knife All the joy has gone away I hoped that after eighty years There would be much to enjoy Yet I am overcome with tears Sometimes trivial things will annoy My world my life and my belief Subject to review and grief It is far from easy alone I crave loving company I have sinned I know I must atone It is not enough for me There is a life I want to share Activities thoughts, ideals I broadcast messages to air An angler casting his reals Hoping there is someone out there Perhaps there is a life to share
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