by David Killelay | Jan 22, 2008 | Poetry
A road side bomb, went off today The Newscaster, was heard to say The relatives, have been informed Here’s the weather, now performed So matter of fact and nothing new Another widow joins the queue It’s just routine, now on the news Another valued soul we lose What...
by David Killelay | Jan 20, 2008 | Poetry
We think that were different, as chalk is from cheese We think were the only ones, with old aching knees We think that were different, we cough and we sneeze We think were the only ones, with this bad disease We think that were different, when were feeling Mad We...
by David Killelay | Jan 18, 2008 | Poetry
I opened the door of the shed today, I couldn’t get in, I have to say I moved a box, a wee little bit, Dislodged a hammer, my foot was hit Words came out, I shouldn’t have said I ought to be thankful; it was my foot, not head I could almost get in, not so...
by David Killelay | Jan 5, 2008 | Poetry
Happy birthday to you Son, Have many, many more. May lots of these good wishes, be landing at your door? I wish health, wealth and happiness to you for many years Surrounding you and everyone, repelling any tears When you were young I got it wrong, I’d no book on...
by David Killelay | Jan 1, 2008 | Poetry
When we’re tired, don’t seem to care, in the manner that we should It’s such a shame, it is quite bad, and does no one any good If we’re in pain and not quite right, it’s almost just the same We don’t get our rest or feel our best, excuses seem quite lame When we...
