This was a poem I wrote and was published in September 1979
in our local weekly tabloid magazine called New Thrill.
Hope you like it.
Only the sentimental breeze,
With it's heavenly bliss,
Could feel my heaving sighs,
As it gently passes by.
Only the birds high above,
Gliding in the clear blue skies,
Would care for my forsaken love,
And it's yearning cry.
Only the tide receding fast,
From the smooth flowing stream,
Could erase the sorrowful past,
With it's unfulfilled dream.
Only left in this wilderness,
Is my loneliness,
As I live to see,
Life to me,
is just an unfinished symphony.
