The Next Day Of My Life

[Bob Pacey]

Not my normal style but it seems to work. Must be getting soft in my old age. Ps Do not tell Kym.

THE NEXT DAY OF MY LIFE


Morning , and nights sweet afterglow
heralds the coming dawn
light wisps of fog hang softly
in the heavy sullen air.

The stars seem so much clearer now
as their bright orbs adorn the sky
almost if placed by some
tragic artists hand.

Slowly the night fades away
daylight repels the dark
the first sweet sounds appear
as life makes its presence felt.

Oh to hold this one moment in time
when all things seem at peace
cherish and caress that sweet joy
close to one's heart and soul.

The dawn breaks and the moment is lost
gone into that bottomless pit of time
the noise of living pervades the air
and so quickly it is gone.

Fear not, for as sure as time itself
tomorrow will bring it's own sweet joy
when once again I see the dawning
of the next day of my life.

BOB PACEY
( C )

[Terry]

G/day Bob,
It may not rhyme, but seems to have perfect rhythm,
and it certainly has a bit of something about it that I like,
and it flows through very nicely.

Cheers Terry

[Bob Pacey]

Thanks Terry. For some reason it just came to me that way. Was walking down about 4.30am to get the paper and pow. Pretty strange really as my mind usually only work in rhyme. Hope it is not a permanent illness. !!!!


Cheers Bob

[Terry]

Hope your not being lured to the dark side Bob!

Cheers Terry

[Bob Pacey]

Got a doctors appointment tomorrow better not ask for a brain scan !!!!!

[Trisha Patterson]

Lovely words Bob! It's nice to see men show their "softer" side. Well done.
Trish