It's morning, morning, morning And dawning, dawning, dawning I'm yawning, yawning, yawning I have to go. To work, work, work Can't shirk, shirk, shirk What a berk, berk, berk I can't escape. Rather play, play, play All day, day, day No way, way, way I need money. For life, life, life Kids and wife, wife, wife Such strife, strife, strife I'm redundant.
Tag: play
Why Worry
We worry far too often
About climate change and such
About family, work, war and cash
We worry far too much.
Is it why we are put here
And is there a special plan
For us to tend the garden
For some coming omnipotent man?
There has to be a purpose
In our daily thrash around
Why we till and turn the same patch
of already seeded ground.
If only we could foster
The sense to turn and play
And fight the over-riding drive
to meet our troubles halfway.
16th February 2014
Sorry Sarah
You were only eight little girl
And each day was new
Things to learn, parts to play
Troubles were rare and few.
Someone took you little one
Someone took you away
You died, we couldn't help -
And God was on holiday.
July 2000 Sarah Payne was killed and left in a Kent field.
As I See Things 