The World Around Me

The world around me is full of tears Falling from the eyes of the faithful Who struggle always to put things right By blithely believing that it isn’t over yet The world around me is full of fury Pouring from the minds of morose mothers Who tirelessly fight to make a repast Out of the…

In The Middle

  When anxiety and grief Stands on two exterme poles I will be sitting like a chief In the middle melding holes When troubles upon worries Pile up like a pot of berries I will be in the middle Smiling softly and playing the fiddle When love and peace Sits on the fence touching the…