The Mourning Dove

Left alone, by fate or choice,

The Mourning Dove sits in his nest,

Waiting for none, nesting no eggs,

Roost is empty, but his eyes are full!

Of My Past!

Of my past, flow my eyes,

For my days don’t have ’em,

And who to come, know I not,

Who I become, know either.

Life’s gift to many and me,

Yet we fail to see what’s right,

When we know it, time’s up,

And we think fate’s done this!

Look man, call you blind, but

Spare him to his sacred work,

For he’s busy writing their life,

Let ’em savour while you suffer!

Friend in Need, Not Your Love

Friend was I, to many in need,

But when me in need, what’s a friend!

Great an idea that means a zilch!

It’s a ship until it sinks.

Throbbing heart tells me again,

Love is love, never a friend!

Love your foe, never a friend,

For love is love, never a friend!

Beg for love, that’s just fair,

Never for friend, never to friend,

Not to your love, for that ship,

For it sinks, once you ask!

Let your friend be a friend,

Never your love, or you’ll miss

Your friend and your love,

For love is love, never a friend!