Our life is but the morning dew,past days many, future ones few.
The melancholy my heart begets,comes from cares I cannot forget.;
What can unravel these woes of mine?They say but one thing-Time.
Thoughts of you from deep inside,cannot settle, cannot subside.
A long due reunion we profess,sharing past stories we possessed.
Friends drop by and read this poem,the respect they pay they really show it.
As this poem closes;we should all show it
That good and sad we are forever glad to have known her
By John Brown
20th July 2011
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland