Monday, 16 February 2009


The View from the Bridge

Life’s a bridge,
spanning the gulf
between the moment of our birth
and the instant of our death

Some choose the duration of their journey;
others barely step on at one side
before reaching the other

Do we have further bridges to cross?
And should we decide instead
to leap over the barrier’s edge,
what awaits us in the darkness below?

December 2006

Sixteen Weeks On

Nothing lasts forever
No one stays the same
This is no rehearsal
Life is not a game

Some believe they're special
That the rest of us are wrong
Convince themselves the middle verse will
Stretch beyond the song

I still recall our meeting
The life and love we made
But joy's a dream, and fleeting,
When even ours could fade

November 2008

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