Reflections on a life nearing its end — or a warning to the young
I have lived a life of many parts
some happy and some sadness filled.
My age now rises high as the larks
but without sweet song being ...
The angry wind searches the darkened land,
The darkened land scowls at the restless sea,
The restless sea hisses frustration on the shore,
The shore shrugs its sandy shoulders, and carries on as befor...
A winter day
No burning log, sparking bright,
no mulled wine for the night.
Instead we have a satellite,
Showing pictures of others wealth,
all brimming with fake good health.
All round the world, see...
I need a drink
by Peter Rose
The day has gone bad
all around are sad
promises not kept
girls have wept
So hard to think
so I need a drink.
I have tried the brightest
till face seems tightest the smile...
To die a glorious death—in awe of William Buttler Yeats
and with a thanks to Chris Rea.
Look beyond that tumult in the sky, look beyond an airman’s death.
Thunder road and Daytona’s dust, take beyond ...