THREE TIMES A DAY AND SOMETIMES MOREI GET ON MY EXERCISE BIKE AND RIDE OUT OF THE DOORI FEEL THE SUN ON MY BACK AND THE WIND IN MY HAIRI PEDAL AND PEDAL INDOORS NEXT TO MY CHAIR THE FASTER I PEDAL MY IMAGINATION RUNS WILDI PASS PLOUGHED FIELDS AND PATHS WITH STYLESA TRAIN IN…
A poem by Maureen Brown
BE THANKFULLOOK AROUND YOUTAKE A REVIEW IT DOESN’T MATTERTHAT YOUR TIGHTS HAVE A LADDERIF HAIR BEGIN TO GREYOR THE CARPET STARTS TO FRAY PAINT MIGHT NEED A RETOUCHYOU NEVER LIKED IT MUCHTHE BUS WAS FIVE MINUTES LATEYOUR APPOINTMENT WAS AT EIGHT THE LITTLE THINGS THAT IRRITATESO YOU ALWAYS FRUSTRATEVIEW THE WHOLE PICTUREBE LESS STRICTER DON’T…
DEAR JESUS CHRIST YOU SAVED US ON THE CROSSWHEN FRIENDS AND FAMILY MOURNED THEIR LOSSINSTEAD OF DYING YOU SET YOUR PEOPLE FREETHEY HEARD YOUR CRIES YET YOU ROSE AGAIN ON DAY THREE YOU TOOK EVERYONES SUFFERING THAT DAYTHEIR PAIN YOU BORE AND DRIED THEIR TEARS AWAYNAILS WERE CRUELLY DRIVEN INTO YOUR HANDSAS YOU SUFFERED THE…
THE PANDEMIC MIGHT LAST ALL YEARTRUST IN GOD AND NEVER FEARFRIENDS TOGETHER WE CANNOT MEETEACH OTHER IN OUR HEART CAN KEEP NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO ‘DOZE’BEND DOWN AND TOUCH YOUR TOESRAISE YOUR ARMS HIGH AS HIGHON TIP TOE REACH FOR THE SKY RUN ON THE SPOT DO A SHORT TROTKNEES UP ONE TWO,…