I’m now too old to go on dates
I’ve got a partner anyway
He is funny ,he is strong
Like that coffee, can’t go wrong
He don’t mind my hair is white
So is his, so that’s alright
My body aches like Leoard Cohen’s
I have got such Viking bones
My joints are stiff when I awake
My partner, John, makes me barm flakes
He brings me tea,I wash his vest
I’ve forgotten what comes next
He likes puddings, he likes cakes
I don’t buy them for his sake
Diabetes is so cruel
Sugar in the blood’s not cool
Instead we eat bananas dyed
We eat tangerines besides
We eat apples, we eat pears
Lentil cakes of sugar bare
We have cocoa before bed
Never stand on a man’s head
Let him drink his milky way
Then kneel down and say a prayer
Thank Lord God that we have a bed
Thank our God, we are not dead
Tell him life on earth is sad
We keep fighting, that’s no good
Pray for Syria, pray for peace
Pray for folks with anguished hearts
Mental illness, cruelty, death
Children who are motherless
Those who torture, those who kill
This is clearly not God’s will
Pray that those whose bombs do ill
Notice Jesus on his Hill
Tortured by the human race
He sought the humble not the base
Crown of Thorns that final pain
God may die; can Love remain?
oooh, this is lovely. I appreciate your word play and near rhymes. Nicely done!
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Thank you very much,Karen
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My favorite of the day.
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Thank you very much,Syd.
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