When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, 'What is it?'
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
