We wait for love, Until we can wait no more, We don’t look at what we’ve got, Instead we look for what could be in store. *** Life is simpler, If you love what you have, And don’t think about what you want, But be content in the now and thank for the tomorrow. *** Grab your friends, Remind them you are there, You will love them no matter what, And will never be unreachable when they need you most.
My heart was hardened before I met you, And you softened it up, Made me see I deserved love, Made me feel I could love. * But now you have gone and fallen silent, And my heart is growing still, What have I done to push you away? Will I ever know? * You have stolen my heart, And left me lonely, will I ever know, How I pushed you away? * Just come to me and talk to me, And maybe we can see this through, But if we can’t please don’t worry, I learned to love from you!
There is a cat upon my garden wall, I don’t know why, A garden wall is there. * Why is that cat upon the wall? I don’t know why, I can’t help but stare. * Is the cat even there? I have no proof, But should I care? * Oh, there is no cat upon my wall, It was just a mountain hare.
Will boys just be boys, Or girls just be girls, Or can’t people be people, In our small little world. *** Why do genders have to be genders, And not girls be like boys, Or boys be like girls, Or just let people be people. *** Can’t we look beyond the gender, And see the person, Who likes pink and Buffy, But is still a straight man. *** Care not for the sex, And ignore the gender, Stand shoulder to shoulder, And never surrender. *** We are all human, The same under the skin, Red blood flowing through, The veins in all of you. *** We are born the same, Have the same needs, Expel the same waste, And leave the same way. *** Love people as people, That’s all we need, Don’t act out of hate, Respect, love and be great.
Stephen, I would like to say, I feel what you mean, In all that you say. *** I writhe with language, And feel the play of words, Especially at the blank page, Where I can write my verse. *** There’s something exciting, And mystifying about language, Whether it is English or gibberish. *** A rhyming poem, Can get me going, I absolutely also appreciate, A good bit of alliterate. *** Never have I felt more myself, Than swooning over words, Like a tailor over felt. *** There is also an excitement, In that special moment, You hear a foreign phrase, And you just know it. *** So thank you Mister Fry, For this spectacular piece, That please my ears to eat.
You may not see me, My presence may not be obvious, It may feel like I’m not there, But I’ll always watch over you. *** In shade or in sun, When you’re bored or having fun, It may be blowing a storm, And I’ll be watching over you. *** As you sleep in your bed, Resting your weary head, Laying there dreaming of what’s ahead, I’ll be watching over you. *** And when the day is done, The sun has been and gone, There’s no-one left for fun, I’ll watch over you.
There are days we walk alone, Quiet with no-one to speak to, They seem to go on-and-on, Like an never ending issue. *** Those days are few, Thanks to you, We walk together, Whatever the weather. *** There are days we feel lonely, No-one here but our thoughts, And we doubt ourselves loudly, And judge ourselves lots. *** But you come along, And we sing a song, I’m not alone, When you are home. *** There are days we are sad, The world keeps us blue, Everything seems so dark, And all we need is a spark. *** That spark is you, A friend who shines through, With you my sadness ends, Everything is better with friends.