Tuesday 23/08/05

Sad voices, sad moments, sad times,

Times when nothing in life really rhymes;

Times when the rhythm is stilted and worn;

Times when the fabric of living gets torn.

Yes, we all have them, these times without end,

Times when we cannot reach out to a friend;

Times when love is a four letter word,

Times we repel things better heard.

Forget that the pain seems to go on and on,

Forget all those hours when we can't feel the sun;

Remember just this, that between me and you

Lies a bond forged from humour, unbreakable glue!

CP Brooks (c) 06/05/05