I Will Remember You

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I will remember you when the best of you has gone
I will remember you when the song you loved is sung
I will remember you when I stand on hills where we once walked
I will remember you and your laughter as we talked
I will remember you and all the kindness that was shown
I will remember you when your tired soul has flown
I will remember you when each new day has a dawn
I will remember you when the last of you has gone

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Waiting

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There’s a little house,

Not too far out of town,

Where I’ll go when I leave this place,

You’ll always find a log fire burning there,

And a light in the window to find your way,

When you eventually stumble over the top of the ridge.

You can sit among friends,

By then you’ll be deserving of a seat in the warmth,

You’ll have done your bit,

Struggled bravely along the path,

You’ll have cried your tears,

And fought your battles,

So come rest a while,

We’ll be waiting.

 

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To Fill A Human Heart

To fill a human soul,
Takes strength and smiles,
To fill a human head,
Takes wisdom and time,
To fill a human life,
Takes courage and hope,
But to fill a human heart,
Takes love,
Takes love.

To fill a lifetime lived,
Takes all that we have,
To fill a child with hope,
Take kindness and patience,
To fill a lover’s dreams,
Take selfless devotion,
But to fill a human heart,
Takes everything.

 

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Thank You for Today

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Thank you for today,

Not everything was good,

But then not everything was bad,

I woke up sad and somewhere in the sunshine

The day got a little better.

 

Thank you for today,

For letting me see that

Life is difficult for every heart

And some things, which I find easy, others don’t

And I know the opposite is true

 

Thank you for today,

And although I am not where I want to be

I realise that I might just get

To where I’m meant to be, one day.

 

Thank you for today,

For although I never felt like I was a winner

I managed to scrape my way through it all

And learned to hide the disappointments

Thank you for today

Seriously.

 

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Kiss

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The last time I was home I gave my mother a kiss,
And somewhere, sometime long ago, she kissed my great-grandmother,
Who kissed her brother just before he set off to fight in World War one,
And although he died a few days before the end of the war,
He had kissed a young French girl in a bar and they said that they would meet someday after the troubles,
And the French girl kissed her father and told him of the Scotsman whom she liked,
And years before her father had kissed the girl’s mother in a little hotel in London,
And that night they had gone to see Charles Dickens as he read from Great Expectations,
And the girl’s mother kissed Dickens and said thank you for the story,
And told him that her boyfriend had just asked her to be his wife,
And after that night’s reading Dickens gave his daughter a goodnight kiss,
And his daughter kissed her pillow and dreamed of her one true love.

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One Day When You Least Expect It

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The stand-up and be glorious thing about it is:

You’ll never know when or how it happens,

Never know what effect you’ve had,

Or who you’ve saved.

It might be the smile to a passing stranger,

Who was on their way to shout at someone –

A someone who would have driven home in an anger,

And didn’t see the person they knocked over.

Or a face on a train,

The one who was going to get off at the next lonely station

And jump.

But you helped them with their coat, or hat, or bag,

And they saw a warmth in life again.

Perhaps you held the door open for a soul who then

Held the door open for a stranger, who changed their mind,

About pulling the trigger.

One day, when you least expect it,

You will change the world,

And you will probably never, even know.

 

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On Some Quiet Smiling Day

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I know nothing of the rules you use,
Or the gods,
Or stars you live by
All I know is how I’ve done,
How I’ve kept,
My peace within,
I’ve never been the best of men,
And many times I’ve failed in all I was.
But on some quiet smiling day,
I’ve tried to help,
And telling no one,
Leave something,
Better than it’s found.
I know nothing of the buildings that you pray in,
Or the books you live through,
All I know is I try to be kind
To be decent, to understand,
To care.
Sometimes that is not enough,I know.
But I’ll never stop trying.

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Keep Going

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You’ll make it, I know you will,

You’ve come too far and now is not the time.

If only you stopped and thought about it all

The walls you’ve climbed, all the troubles crossed

All the failures faced, all the little victories

Look into the eyes of those beside you

The woman at the table

The man in the street

It’s there, deep-set perhaps – but there all the same,

The very same terror as you

A flicker of recognition in both your eyes, and then you move on.

So if they can live in temporary quiet desperation

Then so can you,

And one day soon you’ll make it across

To where you can start again

I know you will

You’ve come too far, to stop.

 

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Lanterns

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Don’t think that all of this will last,

As the darkness wears your heart away,

One day,

Someday,

When you least expect it,

The lanterns,

Will bring the light to stay.

 

Don’t cry at the moon when no one sees you,

For each of us is made to pay,

One day,

Someday,

When your hope is dying,

The lanterns,

Will light another way.

 

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I Am So Proud Of You

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I am so proud of you,

In so many ways,

Proud of every sinew in your strained body,

Proud, that even with a fractured heart,

You can still stand and smile,

Still look the world

Straight in the face.

I am so proud of you,

For although you ached for love yourself,

You gave your away to those who needed it,

Proud that when it took everything inside

Just to get to midday,

You got there and you survived,

And  still you remembered and still you cared.

I am so proud of you,

That while you drag all that darkness with you,

You can still make it to the end of the day –

Whatever

Is at the finish of all this,

(Perhaps we’ll knock on that final door,

And no one will be there),

Just please, please remember this,

With all your heart,

I am so proud of you.

 

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I Still Love You

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I

Still love you

Though

It’s been a

Long time, it’s been a

Lifetime of

 

Living without you.

Our secret moments scar the

Visions I have of anyone

Else.

 

You were everything –  a

Once chance meeting in this lonely

Universe.

 

 

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The Best

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Wrap up your soul from the north winds,

Turn your sweet head,

Facing the sun,

I know that those dark clouds will scare you,

But believe me,

The best is to come.

Let slip those stories they told you,

Just remember that you are the one,

Don’t let their sadness get weary,

For I tell you,

The best is to come.

Smile even ‘though it is hard work,

Cleanse weary eyes with some bright fun,

For these dark days

Will lift soon my darling

And I promise,

The best is to come.

Take strength in the ways of the old times,

When your laughter and hope can return,

Don’t stumble and fall,

Take my hand love,

For you know that the best

Is to come.

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Never Ever Let Them Get You Down

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1.Just ‘Cause You’re Breathing

Just ‘cause you’re breathing,
Doesn’t mean you’re alive,
Just ‘cause you’re clever,
Doesn’t mean that you’re wise,
Just ‘cause you’ve faith,
Doesn’t mean that you’re kind,
Because you can see,
Doesn’t mean you’re not blind.
Just ‘cause you’re loving,
Doesn’t mean you know love,
And by sitting in church,
You don’t speak for Above,
Just ‘cause you’re hurting,
Doesn’t make you unique,
And because you feel down,
Doesn’t mean that you’re weak,
Just ‘cause you’re thinking,
Doesn’t mean you don’t strive,
Just ‘cause you’re breathing,
Doesn’t mean you’re alive.

 

2. Love and Hope

You asked me, my young one, as we sat by the sea

What life had brought to my heart.

“Was it joy, was it sadness,

Was it laughter and tears?

The kindness of lovers?

The friendship through years?

Or the dreams of a life

In a heaven above?”

 

“It was none of these things,

It was hope,

It was love.”

 

3.We Need Your Heart To Sing It’s Song

Don’t cry too long

My little one

The world is waiting on your smile

Don’t listen to the midnight whispers

It is their way

To make things dark

Don’t feel

That other hearts are hardened

Sometimes they need

To take a rest

Don’t wish that you were someone

Other

This life is only meant to test.

Don’t think

That you are somehow chosen

For all the trials in the world

Don’t cry too long

My little urchin

We need your heart to sing

Its song.

 

4. Today Is Going To Be A Great Day

“Today is going to be a great day,” said the little boy
Whose mother unexpectedly opened her eyes
Today is going to be a great day, smiled the old man
As the pain in his hands stopped for a time
Today is going to be a great day, laughed the young mum
As she picked up the money from the street
Today is going to be a great day, thought the doctor
As he put the diamond ring back in his pocket
Ready for the big question
Today is going to be a great day, chuckled the large man
At the bus-stop, with the sun on his face
Who was just happy to be alive,
Today is going to be a great day.

 

5.The Luckiest People Alive

When he stood on the hill-top and bathed in the sun’s rays, he wanted to celebrate his being alive. So he tapped his toe to the sound of the wind beating on the trees and he smiled.

Then a tune swept inside his head, one from before he could remember – one that his grandmother or great-aunt had sung to him as a baby and he tapped his foot.

But his other foot felt it wanted to join in too and so he hummed a tune out loud, one that had made him happy as a boy.

Now he was dancing a little jig at the top of that hill and laughing and laughing and laughing still.

Then he saw his friend, his pal, someone he had known from the start of his life, make his way to the top of the hill and his friend stood beside him and faced the sun.

And his pal started humming a tune that he knew as a boy and they both danced a jig and both laughed and cried for all they had seen and all they had heard in their lives.

When the townsfolk heard the commotion from the hilltop, they ran to see what all the noise was about.

Then they too started to dance and laugh and celebrate all that was good about life.

All of the townsfolk and all of their friends sang the same glorious song to the sky.

And each of them realised that with their friends by their sides, singing and dancing, they were the luckiest people alive.

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6. One Day, My Friend, We’ll Soar

One day, my friend, we’ll soar,

Far, high above these streets of darkened hearts,

We’ll tilt our wings to freedom,

And scrape the highest of the skies.

One day, my friend, we’ll soar,

Up there, all wrapped in splendid sunlight,

Riding azure blue jet streams,

Breathless with that rush of life and air.

One day, my friend, we’ll soar,

So let me take your broken body upon my back,

And both of us shall climb in painless flight,

I’ll let you rest up there, but promise I’ll be back.

 

7. Dancing To The Music of Your Heart

I never picked a proper tune to dance to

And I never got in step with any soul

And in all those dancing years

I spent wishing I could hear

That melody which drove another’s goal

I guess it’s too late now to ever

Try to change things

As I’m nearing my own moment to depart

So I’ll quietly spend the time

That’s been allocated mine

Dancing to the music of my heart.

 

8. Be Who You Are

Be who you are,

Be magnificent,

Be strong,

And except to those who cared too much,

The one who never quite belonged.

Be who you are,

Stand tall, unique

Be grand

The one who smiled at little jokes,

That no one else could understand.

Be who you are,

Let laughter roll the same as tears

Take pleasure in the here and now,

Not in the days or months or years.

Be who you are,

Be loved

And loving everything,

Don’t back away from chance nor dare,

You too will have your song to sing.

Be who you are,

Let happiness and joy

Break through,

The universe was wise enough

To only make the one of you.

 

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You’ll Make It,I know You Will

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You’ve come too far and now is not the time.

If only you stopped and thought about it all

The walls you’ve climbed, all the troubles crossed

All the failures faced, all the little victories

Look into the eyes of those beside you

The woman at the table

The man in the street

It’s there, deep-set perhaps – but there all the same,

The very same terror as you

A flicker of recognition in both your eyes and then you move on

So if they can live in temporary quiet desperation

Then so can you

And one day soon you’ll make it across

To where you can start again

I know you will

You’ve come too far, to stop.

 

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In A Heartbeat

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In a heartbeat,

The car turned the corner too fast, and turned over,

The last thing the mother did was scold her

Son for chewing loudly

In a heartbeat

The lonely girl bumped into the guy who was leaving

For good and she wasn’t lonely any more

“It’s funny how we met,” she told her children.

In a heartbeat

He smiled at her and talked about their next trip

And then the darkness covered the side of his face

And he slipped away from her

In a heartbeat

He scratched the lotto card

One hundred thousand it said

And that was the amount of friends he gained

In a heartbeat

He screwed up the cigarette and promised himself

That was that

And it was

In a heartbeat

The sun warmed his face and he smiled

And the blackness let him be for a few kind minutes

In a heartbeat

As she sat alone at the bar, a friend joined her and another

And another and in a heartbeat, she knew she was the lucky one.

 

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Footprints On A Carpet

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Even if it’s only footprints on a carpet
Or blades of grass crushed where I once sat
Or a muddy scar upon a garage wall
Where my hand had leaned upon
Or a thumb print on a pane of glass
On that day we talked and talked
Or a smile that made your face light up
When you thought of what I said
Or a note left out to tell you news
Now crushed and thrown away
Or a space that I once stood upon
Now emptier in the absence
Even for just one of those
That I am remembered by – then I’ll be satisfied,
I was here.
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All The Good Things

 

She got up that morning – wondering,
 
About all the things that made her sad
 
And all the things that made her mad
 
So she put them in a big black hat,
 
Counting…one…two…three….
 
Then she saw her child and saw her friends,
 
And that love that she knew would never end,
 
And she put them in a big white hat,
 
Counting…one…two…three..
 
And when she stood and looked at that
 
The good, the bad and the big tall hat
 
There were more of all the good things there,
 
And she had to smile at that.
 
 
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Honey On The Thorn

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As you reach out,
You’re already asking yourself if it’s all
Too far,
And as your tongue stretches to taste the honey,
You know that the searing pain will follow,
Cutting deeper than your heart can take ,
But who among us,
Can resist?
And as the blood drips from the wound,
And you slam your eyes tightly,
Tightly shut,
Promising yourself it’s for the very last time,
Even then,
Even in that brief whisper of time,
When it’s not too late to turn and run,
Even then,
Your very bones are craving for just one more taste
Of honey on the thorn.
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A Conversation On The Stairs

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I think I knew it was him, just from the way he stood
The sun was at his back as he quietly walked down the stairs
The toes slightly facing in and his gait shifted forwards.
The sun caught the dust dancing in eddies and whirlpools of light but I could see that the head was up and looking straight forward.
That’s what confused me at first.
As I got nearer I could see him grinning – then I was certain.
Perhaps he didn’t recognise me but surely he must have known.
I said “Hello” and he stopped and talked – not long, but long enough.
He told me that he’d started to live and I could see there was hope hanging in his eyes.
I told him he looked happy and he said he was.
He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. He said that these tough times had a reason; it meant the stories and ideas would be forged from a harder steel – my writing would electrify the heavens, one day, you’ll see.
I shook his hand and wished him well then waved goodbye but by then he had already turned a corner, as I must.
Conversations on a stair with my future self –
I smiled at what was to come.

 

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February 4th – World Cancer Day

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No one will stand by your grave and weep

Nor will they talk of long-lost friends

No one will raise a drink nor wish you well

For all the years you spent near by

You were not asked nor were you wanted here

Be sure you have not won the war

This battle has only just begun

We will not rest, nor disappear

Until the day a child asks:

“Please tell me, what was cancer?”
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