Too far

Mother,"I'm disappointed in you",you once said

Not long after Father had died in his bed

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If only then you had  known

What it was you had blown

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You made it quite clear throughout our life

Children were only a cause of your strife

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I know I was no angle and used to rebel

But the lack of affection put me though hell 

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Some of your grandchildren don't want to know

Because love and emotion you can't show

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I would rather pretend that you don't exist

Than go though turmoil  and try to persist

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It's to late for me it's gone too far

I've moved on, don't know who you are

Ever Ponder

Did you ever ponder what would have been

If you had changed direction and not be seen

By all those you now know and love

If only you could have looked from above

Would if at the crossroads of time

Before the clock of fate did chime

Turn north instead of west

If you new it would turn out best

Could you change your world completely

Arrange so perfect and neatly

Would you have changed direction

Not me, on closer inspection

There are things in my past

That the hurt will eternally last

Some things I try and forget
But your memory's can not be reset

What's gone before has made me a better man

What's gone before has made me who I am

With another chapter about to begin

I'm now very happy in my skin

I don't have doubt

The way it's turned out

That fate has done me very well

What could have been,no I'll not dwell

Paul Sandie Shaun

First came Paul, he was never very small

Early to travel and see the world was his call

Now a young man with a family of his own

Feeling very proud of the way he has grown

Then  Sandie, to me she was like candy

Worrying me to death,she was handy

Never stops working, can't be accused of shirking

She always will be my little girl, for that I'm certain

Then it was Shaun,who has seldom been a thorn

He has taken life like a storm,never forlorn

Music he has found,got his feet firm on the ground

To some he will astound,to me he's just sound

The Past

Hard to think of all the things that once we treasured and craved

The past now seems like a dream although my mind engraved

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Tadpole jars,butterfly nets,those little plastic building sets

Pogo sticks,The lone Ranger,our poor mistreated pets

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Cowboys and Indians,sherbet dabs,all these things and more

Orange Corona,penny chews, reading The Beano on the floor

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Meccano sets,Dinky toys ,hock a knock ginger we used to play

Black jacks,gob stoppers,hopscotch,what more can I say

Inspiration

I place pen to paper for inspiration

Not looking for commendation

Only of understanding my situation
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Sometimes seems like desperation

I try to scribe in moderation

Solely when I have the  inclination
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Never start with preparation

Often with much hesitation

Byron obviously not an incarnation

A Rambling old man

Reading my ramblings out loud

I think my head must be in a cloud

A wordsmith I know I'm not

But a point to make I think I've got

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You can mock me if you need

My mind it will not bleed

You can ignore me if you must

I will never turn to dust

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Not Shelley,Byron or Keats

Not something to read between the sheets

Just the ramblings of an old man

Expressing himself the best he can

Bliss

Strolling on the banks of the river Lark

The abundance of wildlife forever stark

Our dogs running happy and free

My mind branching out like a tree

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Sarah smiling and by my side
Long ago did me the honor to be my bride

Life can never get better than this

Long may it last it's absolute bliss