Terrible Times Have Passed

                  Terrible times have passed The sun’s rays warm And Bless at last. Our days will know joy Tears will dry, our lips smile For Terrible times have passed Gone at last. ~ Patrice      ...

The Sky Is A Wanderer

The sky is a wanderer in the sky Not knowing how, when or why Like a traveller moving on Stopping now then going beyond The edge of tomorrow While seeking solace in a world Looking up Travelling, holding on. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...

Where You And I Come From

You see I didn’t know Just what was going to be You see I never have known All the intricacies Of where life began Or where you and I come from. But then what difference Would it make if I knew The answers all summed up Displayed in one large lump sum On the...