Wednesday, May 13, 2015

NUMBED IN THE MONTH OF MAY







NUMBED IN THE MONTH OF MAY

Blinded by grief for wasted time
Deafened by noise of empty words
Riddled by pangs of useless regret
Deadened by deeds of impure heart....AND

Thousands are killed for their creed by greed
Nature at its fiercest slaughters smiles in Nepal
Old lady is locked in a box she calls home
A man, unemployed; isn't seen; ends it all....SO I'M SORRY

I cannot see the glory of this Summer
Nor did I of, the Spring just past
I didn't feel the soil grow warm
Or feel the thrill of a curlew's call 
Nor sing in the lane, lined with lime-green beech 
Let not the scents of the hawthorn pass by me
Without my regard or respect
For then I would sense that all was lost;
That swallows would forget to return in May

Maureen Walsh - May 2015








Ciao for now!