Get Things Done

Get things done Don’t let them lie In a puddle of confusion Surrounded by uncertainty Let them flourish Live and love Let not the hiccups dominate What certainly could be A good, great life with no strife. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...

Terrible Times Do Occur

Terrible times do occur Marching lines, men’s faces obscure No more joy, lightly skipping breeze Heartache, morse pretty bleak. Then the sun shines oh so bright Lighting the way both day and night No more tears, sadness blame All is well once again. ~ Patrice ©...

Come To This

Why have I come to this? The melting of snow Turning to rain Getting lost in the mist. A wandering soul So much I don’t know How has it come to this? No more to say Just move thru the day Think of the answer When did I come to this? ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson...

The Crow Flies

The crow flies over skies Looking down on a world Moving forward, no lies. The crow flies calling Singing songs only loved ones Hear, don’t deny. The crow flies holding close Treasures found, lost Seen by no other eyes. The crow flies. ~ Patrice © Patrice...

Memories

Memories are with me I wish had died Memories of an existance I think of and cry No memories of happiness Or pleasure survive Remember memories That took me out Of the memories That just make me sigh Memories, my memories That make me cry. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson...