Positively Yours: The Diaries of a Pessimist

Round and round it goes, Whence it starts is a mystery When it will end Is an answer I do not know. The sands of time are running out For me that is. For you it may be the start Of wondrous tales yet to pass. Slowly the clock ticks Unhindered in its path. It has a proclivity it seems To erase all that has passed. The leaves, they fall They die, they grow anew. Until perdition and indeed beyond Time will have the final laugh. And life moves on like it's nothing new Yet it bequeaths unto us a force That makes it feel forever fresh That is the gift of love my friend - It makes the world go round. Walk hand in hand, Witness the joys of life. And unlike the select few, You needn't encounter strife.

They walk hand in hand. From their quaint home Till the bus stand. Their eyes shall never part. Either this life or the next They will feel each other's heart. Their hearts beat together now Though when time will have taken it toll They will beat together still. They are lovers, forever entwined In the loving embrace of love They will never grow old to find That they have lived with each other enough So sees the man across the street. And as tears roll down his cheek Though he never know companionship For a moment, his heart did skip a beat. 

Hello There! How do you do? I'm sure you're well I'm fine here And hope you're well too. Isn't the water too cold? I swear its true. Nay, it feels fine against my skin. I'm made of a tougher mold. Should I regale you with a tale of mine? Of a day at work. Or of my reminisces I promise to be worth your time. The talks start thus, and time starts to flow. I loose myself in the conversation. The company of my friend Makes my mood suddenly glow. But all good things must come to a close And I turn off the tap And as the water ceases to flow I turn my back to the mirror And slowly close the door.