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I walk the grounds of Newstead Abbey
From where Byron used to live
He fills me full of inspiration
That’s such a joy that we can give
It’s such a beautiful place
And walking is a joy, especially when my Moose I’m with
We walk around the great big pond
And through the gardens too
We visit the Japanese garden and all the other but a few
The house is just magnificent
A joy to see  and walk around
Where Byron’s footsteps
Would have been all around the ground
A wish to walk in his shoes
For his poetry I peruse
And the inspiration I will use
To write my poetry too!
I love Newstead Abbey and so does Moose!
Today I call my zombie day
Because its the day after I work away
And now back home
Time for rest and play
And to be a zombie
Chill and go to sleep
Walk the dog early
Then back to bed
With a cup of tea
Eyes tired
So I close them
And drift off to sleep
I’m going to have my zombie day
In any kind of way!
I’m feeling quite elated
My spirits have been lifted
I’m On a natural high
The sun is out and smiling
it’s going to be a lovely day
Every thing seems rosey
But you know what they say
With a rose comes thorns
But they won’t burst my bubble
Today I will be happy
No matter what they say
No thorns will get in my way,
I will have a very happy day!
They say
‘Find a penny’
‘Pick it up’
‘Then all daylong you’ll have good luck’

I found a penny
Placed on my bed
I don’t know how it got there
I thank the entity who left it
For them I really care

I hold the penny in my hand
I will not let it go
Until I find who left it
For that I’d like to know!

What a lovely gesture from I don’t know who
Someone really loves me and whoever I love too!
It’s strange but wonderful I came back from walking my baby ( dog) Moose, my husband was fast asleep and there on the bed was a penny,  a nice shiny copper penny!
I will cherish it because that alone I am grateful
How lovely!
Whoever left it
I love you !
No sunset for a heart so bright,
No darkness for a soul of light.
Life is hard, yet full of joy,
As fate treats us like a toy.

Never give up at all times;
Accept all sorrows' rhymes.
Trust each step along your way,
And hopes shall never fade away.

Way of life—hold to morals and belief;
May Allah grant you endless relief.
Written by Menna Abd-Eldaiem
Translator and Poetess
Some love life
some do not
there're yet others
who can't be bothered

as for me
life I respect
what's in store
I accept

moments that are joyous
even those that make me sad
the former to heart I'll take
of the latter I ain't afraid

life's myriad chimes
they ceaselessly oscillate
they carry us forward
until we're dead
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