General Interest

Think of Me When you feel weary, lonely too, Think of me. When you don’t know what to do, Think of me. When everything is going wrong, And misery abounds, And you need a loving friend, I’d like to be around. And for me, ‘twould be a wondrous thing For you to do, Because my […]

Man -v- Machines What is automation? Automation is retrogression, Causing unemployment And deep depression. When machine becomes the master What can possibly follow after? But redundancy of humanity, The machines profanity. Now it’s begun, let us plan To chain it, to train it, subject it to man. Or there will be little scope For fulfilment,

Recipe for Happiness Remember the happy times And also the sadness, For they each enhance each other, In monotony lies madness. Like a painting by an artist, Life must have light and shade, By clever fusing of them both, A masterpiece is made. Happy smiles, a few gentle tears Is a recipe for fulsome years,

When Life is Done When fate decides to end my life, And orders me “Begone” I’ll look back and think about The things that I have done. Amidst the tears and the strife I caused I hope that I will find, One person, somewhere, who will say “She was really good and kind” When travelling

Tall, Dark and Handsome He was tall, he was dark, he was handsome It was love at first sight when we met. He was tall, he was dark he was handsome, And his love I will never forget. He courted me so very sweetly We were married one day in the fall, He was tall,

Love At First Sight Love At First Sight His head was proud, his eyes were cool They sent a tremor to my soul. Could he, would he, will he? Or was the magic only mine? I’d waited long not knowing why I’d said to others “pass on by” Was this the dream, could it be?

England’s Forests The forestry of England is getting rather scarce, Robin Hood could never live Midst greenery so sparce. He bartered it for concrete, macadam and cement, For tower blocks and parking lots with intent. To serve the modern motorist, and so, The historic trees of England had to go. Will the stately trees of

Memories Memories get shrouded, faded by time, It’s nature’s own way to cease The hopeless longing for one who is gone, And replace it with solace and peace. But one can be tired of solace and peace, And long for the fire and the flame, And feel once again the tingle and thrill, At the