Children

 Little one little one  

never any more

playing by the sea side

never by the shore

smiling little laughter

grin from ear to ear

growing very faster

growing year to year

The end result.

Little one, little one, how my heart does sing

Watching you play by the sea, your joyous laughter ringing

I wish that I could keep you little, always by my side

But time marches on and you grow, like the changing tide

Your smile, oh your smile, it lights up the world

With every passing year, more beauty it unfurls

Though it brings a tear to my eye, to see you growing so fast

I am grateful for every moment, for every memory that will last

Little one, little one, my love for you will never wane

As you journey through life, may happiness be your constant refrain

Never forget the simple joys, the moments by the shore

And know that in my heart, you will always be adored.

Four in the morning

At 4 am on the forth of April in the 2004 the sun rose just like on the 4th of April in the year of 0004 just after the birth of Christ. Why would one start a book like this as it is just another 4 in the morning day. Lovers meet and people die but why at 4 in the morning. Is there a reason for this as the temperature drops to 4 degrees. Why do I live at number 1 and not 4 is it because 4 is made up of 4 lots of 1. Is it I am just missing 1 thing in the puzzle of life which leaves 1. Obsession is taking control and it is 4 in the morning as I write this. Cows have four tits and four legs cars have four wheels and one spare is that the missing house number I am looking for. For am I going crazy four fingers on my hand a a spare thumb,

Four in the morning and the self talk of nothing that matters and nothing that is. The noise of an engine that wakes the spirits of god and the awaking of the devil. For it is this time that amounts to nothing but pain real and imagined with the mind playing tricks on the soul of life. Life that is but nothing more than one breath away from death. The screaming of the mind and the taking of all that is good and dashing it on the floor of living. the wretched flies of life screaming into the only place that is truly mine and mine alone, My mind.