Is forever no more And the hurt in the heart Cuts right down to the core. For despite all the tears And the sobs from the soul It's the pained reminiscing That lets you keep hold Of the thing that is gone Through each stab and each ache Of the mourning of missing Which keeps you awake So you can relive Better times way back when The mourning of missing Was yet to begin Then in sneaks once more That feeling of yearning Composed of the pitiful, miserable burning That tugs at your guts Reminding your mind That the mourning of missing Does not vanish with time.
Into my more wisely years On learned legs And enjoy the ballet of my nonchalance And the discomfort My forthright twirls Afford the onlooker. I shall sing my song of nonsense Where e'r I go Loudly and without conscience Laughing at the moon As I skip and trip and slip Into the new adventures My longevity provides! And when all that is done I shall lay my head upon a pillow Fluffed with warming memories of mischief And sleep Perchance to dream Of girlhood days
In need of guidance Today searched for the promise Of Tomorrow But could not find it. Looking back Today sought out the wisdom Of Yesterday But it too, could not be found. Troubled Today considered the frailty Of its condition And finally acknowledged That it would forever be Alone.
Inspired by recent events...I give you 'A Grumbling Of Letters'
Dear person-on-duty-behind-the-'We-Are-Here-To-Help'-desk, May I suggest that in order to perpetuate the fiction that you actually ARE 'Here To Help' you replace your customer greeting of an inconvenienced "Go on then, what's up?" with a more courteous "Good morning/afternoon how may I help you?". Perhaps, should you ever undergo the necessary surgery to remove a cupped palm from an unshaven chin as you lean upon your elbow in a state of disgruntlement, you could attempt to curve your tightened, bitter lips into, at least, a semblance of a smile? Or would you need to consult with the 'Health and Safety at Work' manual before pursuing such a risky manoeuvre? ( presuming you would even consider exerting yourself so!)
Also, as innovative as it may be that you have applied your body odour as a means of repelling customers who bear complaints, I personally find the anaesthetising properties of your pungent pits to be overly productive, so maybe a visit to the Personal Hygiene section of your store would be in order...(I'm sure you'll receive a discount). Dear person-whose-monster-truck-is-parked-on-pavement-blocking-all-pedestrian-access-making-it-particularly-difficult-for-disabled-people, Whilst I sympathise with your need to compensate for whatever part of your anatomy reduces your lover to fits of uncontrollable laughter, by purchasing such a behemoth of a vehicle, could you attempt to park it IN YOUR OWN DRIVEWAY??? I realise that, given its size, this may involve your having the vehicle air lifted into position and no doubt you'll need to relocate the airport style stairway I'm certain you must use to help you mount the beast...but surely you could make an effort to do so before retiring for the day to sit in your pj's with favourite Ted and a hot chocolate, watching re-runs of 'Sons Of Anarchy'! Dear-person-who-lets-their-dog-off-the-lead-in-park-despite-plethora-of-signs-stating-it-is-PROHIBITED, No doubt it will come as a great shock for you to discover that your precious bundle of bouncy-wouncy furriness has the potential to rip a babies face off, based upon the principal that anything with a f*****g mouth can bite!! Yes I know that your cuddly-wuddly-diddums wouldn't 'hurt a fly' but flies are not really at risk here are they??? I grasp that it's hard for you to consider that your four legged chum could be more 'Feral' friend than 'Faithful' but that's just how it is! Oh yes, I've read the heart warming stories where a poor pooch, bereft of his owners presence, has kept a solitary vigil splayed across his grave...very touching! I've also read the heart stopping stories where a poor pooch, bereft of its senses for whatever reason, has unceremoniously leapt upon its owner and clawed him to pieces, as one would pulled pork, whilst casting a blood-crazed eye over the hamster for potential dessert! Face it, essentially YOU are not in as much control of your canine as you think...so why don't you do just that....THINK!! Dear-person-who-lets-their-dog-off-the-lead-in-park-despite-plethora-of-signs-stating-it-is-PROHIBITED-and-lets-them-shite-wherever-they-please-without-cleaning-up-after-them! You again? Having already established in a previous missive that you are a most irresponsible individual who harbours no thought for the safety of others nor, as is the case on this occasion in particular, hold any conscience at the prospect of your dogs faeces being the causal factor in the loss of a child's eyesight, I think all there is left to say to you is that...