The burdens are
difficult to carry
all alone.
With a friend
to help you tote
them, you're
not all
alone.
The burdens
are so much lighter
with a friend to help.
That's what
friends
are
for,
to help each other.
...

As I drift along on the wings of a mist
I see you below awaiting the love you miss
Though rich I am not, that’s why
Diamonds for you I can’t buy.

Thus, I offer a rose just for you
Pink, yellow and red, of all hues
Any colour that you may deem fit
Shred it into petals or preserve it.

It’s your choice
I can only voice
That this is my heart I offer
Neither a treasure chest nor a coffer.

But then do remember
Henceforth each step that you take
Walking towards your goal
You walk over my petals, nay - my soul.

I only hope it is not consigned to be buried in your book
To dry, wither away and years later when you do look
You reflect upon this moment with a deep sigh
Unknown to you a little teardrop escapes your eye.

Wonder about my whereabouts and fate…
By then, to remember me it may be too late…
‘Cause on the wings of this drifting mist
By then I would have been blown far away*.

We are cows grazing
In our homes,
Plump,
People,
Waists,
Growing adding
To a full middle line,
We are nearly ready
For the slaughter,
It makes you think?
Who's table will we be on...