(Early Poems continued…)
37. I LOVE YOU
(Written in England on my bicycle trip)
Could it be
The moment
Or maybe
The Day
One rarely
Knows
The words
To say
I love
You
But maybe
Time
Was mistaken
And it
Was not
To be
For if
I said I
Love you
It could
Never be
38. FALLING RAIN
(Written in England on my bicycle trip)
The falling rain
Is all around
The smell
Is fresh and clear
The rhythm
Of the
Drops
Helps to sooth
The pain
Of weary
Hearts and minds
That think
Of long lost
Times
When all that
One must do
Is smell the rain
And smile
With the
Rainbow
39. I DON’T KNOW
(Written in England on my bicycle trip)
I don’t know
And it doesn’t really show
Where I’m going
Where I’ve been
Who’s to blame
For the shape I’m in
Looking back
I just have to grin
40. ASK THE WIND
(Written in England on my bicycle trip)
Ask the wind
For an answer
And it
May not reply
Or again
It could
Just ask
You why
You had
To ask the
Question
To only
The wind
And that
Could easily
Be the
Answer
To the
Shape you’re
In
41. ASKING FOR TOMORROW
(Written in England on my bicycle trip)
Asking
For tomorrow
Could be
Throwing away
Today
For time
Does not last
Forever
And one can
Never say
That looking
For tomorrow
Will ever
Help to
Pull you
Through
Today
42. LOOKING AT YOU
(Written in England on my bicycle trip)
Looking at you
Looking at me
Who could have known
What was meant to be
Could we have known it
Could we have shown it
In another way
In another day
43. LOST IN TIME
(Written in England on my bicycle trip)
Time
Time
Time
Time
Lost in time
Do you have the time
I’ll see you some time
Can you find the time
What time is it
In time
Time
Go back in time
Tell me the time
Can you see the time
Find some more time
In time
Time
We’re all lost in time
We’re running out of time
Where will we be in time
Tell me what is time
In time
Time
Who keeps the time
Who knows the time
Who has the time
Who can tell me the time
In time
Time
An imagination of our mind
44. SITTING IN THE SUN
(Written in England on my bicycle trip)
Sitting in the sun
Remembering the fun
Of the summer days
Long before
And walks
Along the seashore
And sunburns
On my back
And hot dogs
Over an open fire
Those days have
Long gone by
But I like to hope
That I
Was not the
Only one
To talk to all
The seagulls
And look for
Funny rocks
And build sand castles
Near the docks
And laugh in
The sun
