Each Day A Life
I count each day a little life, / With birth and death complete;
Robert Service
114 poems
Elementalist
Could Fate ordain a lot for me / Beyond all human ills,
Epitaph
No matter how he toil and strive / The fate of every man alive
Evenfall
When day is done I steal away / To fold my hands in rest,
Failure
He wrote a play; by day and night / He strove with passion and delight;
Fear
I know how father's strap would feel, / If ever I were caught,
Finale
Here is this vale of sweet abiding, / My ultimate and dulcet home,
Finnigan's Finish
They thought I'd be a champion; / They boasted loud of me.
Fisherfolk
I like to look at fishermen / And often times I wish
Flight
On silver sand where ripples curled / I counted sea-gulls seven;
Flower Gardener
Gas got me in the first World War, / And all my mates at rest are laid.
Fortitude
Time, the Jester, jeers at you; / Your life's a fleeting breath;
Four-Foot Shelf
'Come, see,' said he, 'my four-foot shelf, / A forty volume row;
Funk
When your marrer bone seems 'oller, / And you're glad you ain't no taller,
Grin
If you're up against a bruiser and you're getting knocked about -- / Grin.
Growing Old
Somehow the skies don't seem so blue / As they used to be;
Her Toys
I sat her in her baby chair, / And set upon its tray
Home And Love
Just Home and Love! the words are small / Four little letters unto each;
If You Had A Friend
If you had a friend strong, simple, true, / Who knew your faults and who understood;
Infirmities
Because my teeth are feebly few / I cannot bolt my grub like you,