THE UNTOLD YEAR

In the dim light of an icy cold day

Winter's breath envelopes you come what may

Visions of times to come look bleak as hell

You pray for Spring hoping all will be well

The chill of Winter's winds empties your soul

In your heart you still feel an empty hole

In the fog of my brain I try to remember

That things may look better from May to September

THE TEARS OF LIFE

Life in black and white so simple a time

Modern life is an epoch from sublime

The many things we have to endure

Cause many an anguish and this is for sure

Countless days all since gone by

A final resting place I might lie

The world filled with selfish shame

I swore I would not be the same

But suffer I have year in and year out

Luck is something always gone without

Despite good deeds been done for years

One is always reduced to forced back tears