Just like so many other things about you that didn’t make any sense, but made me smile deeply, ‘breakfast food for dinner’ is one I love. I just didn’t think you meant muesli.
Such beauty in its simplest form
Those tears which from your eyes do fall
The smile which after graces lips
At what you feel when sorrow lifts
The knowledge that within your soul
Is all you needed to be whole
The circle completes
Silence turns luminescent
All becomes nothing
The fire cracks in the homely hearth
As memories and stories flow,
Recounting each our winding path;
Long years and days divide, we know,
Yet always we return at last
To ties which bound us long ago,
The memories of childhood past:
Of winter games amidst the snow.
When in some autumn year we meet,
And talk again of years before,
Will we in memories repeat
These patterns which the flames restore?
Of cherry whisky, tartan pleats,
Bad music choices fast deplored,
The plans which may yet come to be
And those that by the wayside fall.
If I should drift across the sea
Sharp memories of this may fade,
But always something here will be
That will not wane with groaning age;
A lifetime built of memories
The sum of which I’ll gladly pay
Whether my life shall set me free
Or drag me to an early grave.
So loosen your tie
Feel gentle breeze on your face
And play on the swings.
I gagged a whinging poet
All on my own today;
Slipped the cap on to his pen,
While he vainly try to say
All the thoughts within his head
Before they flew away.
Now all I read is blissful silence,
As I watch him scream and bray!
Types of people
”Are you a cat person or dog person?”
He looks down at cat in lap, and dog on the floor by his feet.
“Both seem to have claimed ownership.”