The closed Book
Abandons words
Speaks with lonely eyes
Stores up thoughts
Inside the mind.
A private world inside.
Thinking deep
Mind mesmerized
Ticking time Bomb
Tick tock Tick tock

Could go off at anytime
The private world explodes.
The closed Book
Has been overlooked
By passers bye.
The story never told
And was never heard.

I remember my favourite comedian
He was crazy and acted daft
When I was on the downside
He would put an end to that.

He had a funny way with words
And could often tell a tale
He always drawed attention
His humour it never failed.

He could have been a big name
In a movie or on the stage
And if he chose to be one
I am sure he would make the grade.

He never had to try hard
He liked to play the clown
No one found him annoying
He was fun to have around.

He was full of innuendos
And he almost crossed the line
But he never was affensive
He wasn't that way inclined.

Then that was many years ago
Now he's gone and that is sad
He was my favourite comedian
I should know he was my Dad.

My friend Harry put all his trust
In all his words when he drank too much
Now he is sober and wonders why
He drank and drank the bottle dry.

Foolish he was to drop his guard
Forgetting it now is very hard
He started off with just one taste
He carried on and spoke in haste.

But now he has learned his lesson well
And this advice he wishes to tell
Be care full my friends when you've had a few
You just don't know who you are talking too.

Here we are on this summer's day
Nothing much to do
The flowers they are on display
Yellow white and blue.

It's time to take things easy
Our working days are done
We get our pension weekly
Now we are soaking up the sun.

Now we are getting older
But we are youthful in our minds
The winter's now are colder
They were warmer in our times.

Our children they have fled the nest
They have gone there various ways
Although we see them less and less
Sometimes they come and stay.

Now we are never in a hurry
We come and go as please
And we have no reason to worry
We just love the summer breeze.

Now we count our blessings
There's far to many to say
And there are so many reasons
To enjoy this summer's day

His work is cleaning Windows
He's been doing it all his life
He was fifteen when he started
Now he's married to his lovely wife.

His children they have all grown up
They have left and gone there way
And still he is cleaning Windows
Fourty years this very day,

He has got himself a tidy round
His reputation is going well
Many things in life he has seen
And there are stories he can tell.

He works in all kinds of weather
The cold never puts him off
He starts early in the morning
And he never seems to stop.

There's an art in cleaning Windows
You can see by the way they shine
If he fails to clean them properly
He will never get paid on time.

He travels to many places
The countryside and towns
His business it is booming
New customers he has found.

He plans to retire at sixty five
Only ten more years to go
He will sell his cleaning business
To whom its too soon to know.

No more rock around the clock
We reached and fullfilled our goals
We made it to the top spot
A million records we sold ,
Now that was many years ago
We had our fare share of hits
Still we do the acasional show
We are comfortable but no way rich ,
The music world is in our blood
There is only one life we knew
We'd do something else if only we could
But there's nothing else we can do ,
Like many a band we have had our day
We don't compare ourselves with the rest.
The acasional gig we sometimes play
But we admit we have past our best.
So now we've grown much older
Far away from living the dream
For with age we all got wiser
Knowing nothing's as good as it seems.
Once we reached above the clouds
Far from the earth down below
Singing and playing to all the crowds
In those days of rock n roll.

I got up one early morning
From a nice warm cosy bed
Retired and no more working
I took the dog for a walk instead.
Outside it was rather frosty
And it was only seven o'clock
I fetched his lead and took him out
For a mile around the block.
He can be rather annoying
He kept making a winding sound
And the cold I really felt it
As my feet stepped on the ground.
I don't do this very often
I just thought I would give it a try
I gave into this demanding dog
And now I'm wondering why ,
He knew just were he was going
And can see I'm an easy touch
He will have to learn and realise
That he cannot trust his luck ,
Now we've done our little journey
We are tired from  walking the street
Now it's off to bed to rest my head
And like he I'll go back to sleep.