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Hi there all you youthful souls
Chase your dreams, reach your goals
Just remember I am always here
So far away yet so very near.

So go your way, do your thing
But if you get lost give me a ring
I am here any time of day
I will listen to what you say.

The days of youth are on your side
But the coming years will pass you by
So carry on, live your life
I hope one day you see the light.

This is your time, you have your space
Your chance is here don't hesitate
Life on this earth can be unkind
And that's one thing you'll find out in time.

I have had my say, I will say no more
It's down to you so please explore
Carry on, and do your thing
But if you get lost give me a ring.
There is always a listening ear from the higher source.
I am a father of 3 daughters, and grandfather of 2 grandsons and a granddaughter. I have seen them grow up, and have had many experiences of having my daughters ring me at 1am asking me to pick them up!!
Round and round this racing
Hound keeps running
Win or lose, there's good news coming.
Kind hearts play a part and soon
He will start a life worth living.
Now freedom is near, no more fear
His deliverance is clear to see.
Far away from that ruthless sport
Where many support it's industry.
He was born to run, not to race
Running for fun, not for bait.
He will live with those who really care
A lovely abode in which to share.
No sight of race tracks anywhere
Just fields where he is free to roam
He will live his life without a care
Free and safe in a place called home.
Many are working to end greyhound racing.
Pleasant days are here
Waking at the crack of dawn
The sound of nightingales
With their early morning call.

So glad to be alive and well
Facing another day of life
With smells of sweet perfume
From the fragrance of flowers

Smiling faces everywhere
At one with nature's soft embrace
With every seasons that we have
From winter snow to springtime leaves.

So let us count our blessings
In each and every way
Let's not take things for granted
On this gift of a brand new day.
The good things in life we sometimes take for granted.
Sometimes we all need the beach
Faraway from the city's urban streets,
Sometimes the sound of the waves
Simply knock you off your feet.

To watch the children play in the sand
On a lovely summers day
Making castles with their buckets
In their little childlike way.

Sometimes we all need the beach
To be free from the hustle and bustle
Taking in the fresh sea breeze
Away from the toil and trouble.

The seagulls and their echoing cries
Seeking out a place to land
Many people are passing by
Heading for the brass band stand.

There is the wacky warehouse
Where you can have a beer or two
While your kids play on the slides
As they come in there with you.

Sometimes we all need the beach
To take away that daily stress
Relaxing in those deck chairs
Away from the factory or office desk.
Something to look forward too next year. Oh I do like to be beside the seaside. Just a simple poem.
You had those good times
And some were bad
You were young and crazy, rather mad
All those things you did in your prime
Drinking whisky and too much wine.
That one hit wonder and musical blunders
Oh that Rocky road did thunder.
You toured everywhere, everyday
In concert halls you made it pay.
That was so many years ago
You settle now for smaller shows
In that strange old world called Rock and Roll
Yet fifty years passed, you're carrying on
Still singing all those same old songs
Just where have all those good times gone?  
It seems those days have flown away
Now newer bands have their say
But they must never forget you paved the way.
So come on now, sing your songs
Let them see that the band plays on.
A little tribute to all those one hit wonders of the early sixties band who are still playing even now.
Open your eyes and you will see blue skies
Accompanied by snow white clouds
Look at those mountains and trickling fountains
Leading to a brook nearby.

Look around you can hear the sound of waterfalls
And sweet birds sing their song just for you
Can you feel the soft breeze on your face
And see the leaves on the trees softly sway.

You hear the sound of people in the distance
And the sound of laughter everywhere
You look, you clearly see a fair
Everyone is welcoming and wish to see you there.

You recognise those people, you have seen them in the past
All those faces from different places simply knock you back
Aunty Jill and Uncle Bill, and Morris the barber who cut your hair
Everyone from everywhere, together at the fair.

But now you see a dark black cloud, it's time now to retreat
The picture now is fading your world is incomplete
You see, things are not always what they seem
And None of this did happen, it was just your dream of dreams.
The hope of meeting all those lost loved ones again in a better place. Although it must be said this poem can mean different things for different people. It is what you want it to mean.
You danced like Cinderella
Smiling, looking fine
We should have known much better
But we failed to see those signs.
You were always playing to the crowd
Laughing all the time
And always forever joking
But we failed to see those signs.
Everything seemed so normal
We were busy with our lives
You always seemed quite happy
But we failed to see those signs.
You suddenly took up drinking
Drinking too much wine
We really should have noticed
But we failed to see those signs.
Now you're no longer with us
Things were on your mind
It may have been much different
If we only saw those signs.
I lost my sister 13 years ago to suicide, people can disguise their pain but if we look carefully we will see the signs before it is too late.
After saying that, it is not so easy to spot those signs sometimes.
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