Monday I was angry with the sun.
It was always in my eyes - no fun.
Tuesday I was angry with the rain.
Forgot my umbrella - what a pain.
Wednesday I was angry with the wind.
It blew all the rubbish I had binned.
Thursday I was angry with the cold
Hurting my bones now that I am old.
Friday I was angry with the ice.
Slipped on my bum; it was not nice.
Saturday I was angry with the snow.
Stopped me getting to where I wanted to go.
Sunday I was angry that I stayed in.
Poor old weather, it cannot win.
I don't go to sleep at night
because you haunt my dreams,
and waking up to find y
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
Not a day goes by
that I don't wish you knew how much I love you.
Not a day goes
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
Some areas long as hoses
You buy at a garden store.
Mine can be used to smell ros
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
You were like the sun who brought light
Into my cold, dark, and lifeless night.
Y
Missing A Friend When I'm Locked Up
Another month has come,
But you're still so far away.
You're always in my heart
If ice cream could be grown on the treetop,
Tiny tummies would be liking it lots.
