by David McDonald | May 21, 2011 | Poetry
When does the truth become so evil, waiting to cause such pain and distress? What is needed to take it away, so many times I have sat to confess Tell the heartbreaking stories, the truths I have seen and see every night Yet I find there is no release, sympathies that...
by David McDonald | May 21, 2011 | Poetry
When once the heart bled tears of red, when your love was sadly lost Should the pains sustained within, count sorely against the cost If your head is full of memories of pain, once joyful now painful to bear What room for love or tenderness, destroyed by the pain that...
by David McDonald | May 21, 2011 | Poetry
Bear my body in this coffin; drape it in the union jack Lay I down gently, covered in soil for I won’t be back Bring the ladies to cry by my grave, perhaps toss a rose in Better have a priest standing there, somebody has to forgive me of my sins Then fill my grave...
by David McDonald | May 21, 2011 | Poetry
I gave a gift to God today; the gift was all I had I know it will be treasured, I still feel very sad I would have given my life, it would not suffice The gift the angel took away, such a heavy price I know that they are grateful, an angel custom made Given an...
by David McDonald | May 17, 2011 | Poetry
When first the sun peers over the fence, when first the flowers awake A greeting of sorts between the two, no knowing how long it may take The sun peers ever higher, the flowers raises up to be met A joining which fosters creation, the movement of nature well set When...
