Our Broken Clock

The mantle holds our broken clock, Which never time can tell, The black frame is chipped and cracked, Where upon the poor thing fell. The seconds hand has broken off, The minutes stuck at twelve, The hour hand screams six 'o' clock, So into that time we delve. A dancing dog and beauty girl, Step …

Love From Later In Life

Purposely lifting the covers to see her face, The face I do love an amount I thought, Would be reserved for my later life, Yet here is that joy and peace untaught, Coming so naturally from within myself, Flowing up to the tips of my fingers, Growing like warm heather round my heart, It is …