Life Preserved in Word

It’s you, it’s me forever to be A grain of sand lost in this desert we call humanity. No reason, no time, no direction, no mind For others it seems. Look ahead then back. Am I on the right track? Spin round and round ‘til face meets ground. Sand in mouth spit it out. Shameful to me but no one will see Or have pity on me. Face all red then a shake of the head and brush away the sand. I’ve come to my senses or so it seems. Now what was I up to? The memory I can’t find - perhaps in my dreams. Must be losing my mind or so it seems… © David Girard 19/03/15

All four of you are my sisters. How am I your only brother? You are like my breast friends. It’s hard to choose one from the udder. I’ve searched all 360 degrees of the vane in vain. Where oh where is my udder brudder! © David Girard 21/03/16

Oldest of soul and wisdom. Biggest in kindness and heart. This is your day. Take it all in. Embrace God's love and joy, Then share with your kin. © David Girard 12/03/15

Vi you are older than I but also younger Vi are you a role model to us? Vi for berries we hunger Vi do you smile so much? Vi are you picking berries on the neighbor’s side of the fence? Vi don’t I mind my own business? ©   David Girard 23/07/18

Unaware of Oscar Wilde when I was a child Because he continued to be stigmatized For what he’d done decades ago. He was simply being himself. The world is an enigma of change So it shouldn’t seem strange That today he would fit in seamlessly Like a link in a chain.   © David Girard 27/03/15

Subtle and easily caught it’s incurable to this day. Bowls is a rhythmic game for all ages to play. During the middle of a game I step onto the mat, Aim out to the right to draw left to the jack. I deliver a silky smooth bowl that’s right on track. Right weight right line then it arcs off to the right   Onto the adjacent rink, it’s my tongue I must bite As the blood rushes to my head, anger anew! A low blow to the ego and there’s nowhere to hide. Hard to show a cool exterior when there’s a furnace inside. Breathe.   Shake it off.   Concentrate.   Deliver.   Follow through. Two ends later I’ve a difficult choice on what to do? Concentrate. Concentrate.   Which hand to play? Breathe.   Shake it off.   Concentrate.   Deliver.   Follow through. I’ve been overexposed to roll number two!! Where are they conceived?   Seems so unfair! A condition specific to all bowlers every...

Walking down the street looking straight ahead and with superior  peripheral vision turning only my eyes to glance every once in a  while at the reflection on the shop windows. Someone is very close  behind me but I want to ignore this person hoping that he or she  will go away but half a block later nothing has changed so I turn  my head towards the windows and try to get a better look whilst  navigating the busy sidewalk. I see gray hair which means that  person is most likely not a stalker and must be really hard up to be  following me. I can’t take it any more so I stop beside a window  and slowly turn sideways to see a gray haired stalker who looks  just  like me and even has the same good taste in glasses but I  feel  empathy for him as I notice that he has a somewhat stooped  posture  and his hair is much grayer than mine… Walking down the street lookin...

Take away my cane I languish Take away my pain and anguish Take away what I don’t need Take away my malice and greed Give me shelter from within Show me how to live young again © David Girard 17/08/18