Category: Just for the moment

All the best to you,
and a happy birthday too,
so, where is the cake?

Happy Birthday you,
and can you feel the heat now,
of all those candles.

One more year to you,
and you wear is very well,
yes, you’re looking swell.

I’ve figured it out,
and twiddled it in again,
back where it began.

the light through the shades,
create a pleasing shadow,
and an atmosphere.

See the nineteenth blog,
and the silliness that’s there,
like I really care.

Coffee is waiting,
cool in a red coloured mug,
with steam is rising.

The day has vanished,
it went too quick and too fast,
and then is was gone.

We waste time so much,
in tired ways we struggle on,
when we need to change.

I recall this day,
just like it was yesterday,
the time gone away..

The light on the leaves,
create a pattern of light,
in this leafy place.

I have a new bag,
a leather coin bag for change,
and it’s looking neat.

The journey is fine,
and somewhere down the blue line,
I am meeting her.

I regret so much,
mostly the time I have waste,
and people I’ve hurt.

There have been a lot,
and somehow I continue,
without being shot.

Yummy LU biscuits,
that go well with anything,
and simply vanish.

Got to get to bed,
for the clock has past midnight,
with sleep close behind.

Into my dream time,
like I am floating away,
and soon lost somewhere.

The the lane turn left,
along the pebble path there,
and through the bushes.

Such an adventure,
in amongst the woodlands green,
and often unseen.

The stream tickles by,
and flows down beside the path,
where the coin was found.

Time can drag along
or take flight like a eagle
and soar off so high.

Good to see you here,
And happy you that you are,
Yes, please contact me.

Kinky times ahead,
along the bottom line bear,
fixing to raise the game.

Search and discover,
and like to live and love;
we maybe the same.

The tastes of intrigue,
with true meanings in disguise,
in shades of language.

There are sounds outside,
and a noise that feels so wide,
makes us want to hide.

Through grassland and ferns,
with a path that twists and turns,
the routine returns,

We do not copy,
but many use the same body,
with so much folly.

Leaders come and fall,
changing quickly often tall,
shadows on the wall.