I will forget who I am when I become an old man and I'll get that old man smell of stale urine and cheap wine and tobacco

I'll go out and someone will shout,
'can you smell that old fart'
and I'll say,
what? I never farted
because my hearing will have gone
and my eyesight will too
and those eyes once so blue will turn a milky white
turning the brightest of day into the dullness of night

but I'm not old yet
don't you forget it
and by the time that I am
and become an old man
you'll be old too and
following through,
you'll smell as bad as me.

Moon alights on marble stones
all but lighting grounded bones.

We met
in the heat of the discotheque
they played the sixties
all night long


afterwards
I jumped the queue for kebabs
and you had Shish,

Later still,
the hesitation before a kiss
frightened I'd miss the moment
but never
did

and confirmation
of a further assignation
at the discotheque
where we met
next Saturday night

feels like
a hundred year wait
until we get back on the
dance floor
and gyrate once more
to the beat

I can still feel the heat
of your lips.

It's not wishing on a star
that has brought me this far
it's the red vauxhall viva
my fathers old car

she
sits
under the hanging dice,
I think
our names on the windscreen
would look rather nice
she
says
no
and I go along with her.

It's time for our long sleep my love,
Unwilling to let you go alone,

When I fell in love with your Soul, long ago,
You changed my life on that day,
The day I pledged to have and to hold an angel's Soul forever.

Am I wrong wishing to sleep with you for eternity too?
I'm not willing to let you sleep forever alone.

I only know one thing.

I love you and don't have the strength to live without you,
Love, please take me with you to Heaven's home.

Closing my eyes, I want you to be the last dream I see,
Falling asleep for eternity.

Copyright © 2017 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

[Sub español|rom|eng][MV] F.I.X. - Even When I Die Sword and Flower OST
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It came,
' a rose by any other name '
Friday
I waited long enough for it
put up with work and did my bit
which was a lot and for my pains
I have now got
Friday.

It's so nice to be at five to three
in bed with English breakfast tea

and later when the work is done and
the weekend winks at me
I'll find the time to have some fun

She,
who is the greater part of me
also has the weekend free,
its going to be
great.

She says
he says
they say,
here today
gone tomorrow,
but that's not always the case
and I shall borrow
some words from
Dickens and 'the old curiosity shop'
to illustrate the point.

"From the death of each day's hope another hope sprung up
to live tomorrow"

Congratulations to all the graduates of the academy at The House of St. Barnabas.

You plunged a dagger into my heart and cut the cords of devotion. You pulled out the essence of our love and sliced it to pieces before me. What you did not expect is to have the tables turned on you so quickly. I have cried my tears and sewn up the wound you left inside of me. Now that I have moved on and found someone else to help me heal, the blade cuts into you, though you will not let me see it. I know the truth you try to hide as you cry alone at night. The knife that you used on my heart has now cut you to the emotional core. You found out too late that heart ache cuts both ways.

doesn't work for me.
I imagine jellyfish are stinging snowflakes
which should make it impossible
for me to sit in a shroud of sadness.

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