I will survive
I will breathe and be alive
I will rejoice
I will have a choice in decisions made
I will laugh and cry
I will live then die
But
I will
I will survive.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
I will survive
I will breathe and be alive
I will rejoice
I will have a choice in decisions made
I will laugh and cry
I will live then die
But
I will
I will survive.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
There was a time when we were old
We’d laugh and cry as life did unfold
No remorse for things gone by
Only clamour for a sweet
Haunting lullaby.
Ancient wrinkles on a child’s face
Laughing, crying filled with grace
No honour lost, no rushing pace
No deadline met, only loving grace
Masking love on a loving face.
In a time gone by we may have met
Laughed and cried, no heartache wept
What a wondrous thing
When we were young and therefore old
In a time when we spun together
Treasures made of gold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
There was a time when we were old
We’d laugh and cry as life did unfold
No remorse for things gone by
Only clamour for a sweet
Haunting lullaby.
Ancient wrinkles on a child’s face
Laughing, crying filled with grace
No honour lost, no rushing pace
No deadline met, only loving grace
Masking love on a loving face.
In a time gone by we may have met
Laughed and cried, no heartache wept
What a wondrous thing
When we were young and therefore old
In a time when we spun together
Treasures made of gold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012