So much sadness in this world
So much sadness in so many words I read here
Perhaps I should also be sad but
I see daffodils outside my window and hear a blackbird sing
And they are happy
Ukraine is torn by bombs and shells, countryside in flames
But high above a skylark singing her sweet song
Despite the sadness in this tumbled world
The dawn chorus ever sounds bringing happiness to all
The sun still warms the earth and new life comes
The cry of a new born baby brings happiness to some
And another new life has begun
So when sadness fills you with dark despair
Just think there's always somebody worse off than you out there

You know when I joined this forum about a million years ago
I was almost a poetry ****** and didn't know what to do
I read works of art in classical form and thought I can't compete
But great writers here said just write the words inside your head
See once again nothing rhymes but I don't really care
I'm useless at punctuation but at least my words are there
After a while I felt at home and tried to mentor the younger ones
And we had great success with several dailies here
I write what I call simply simple poetry because that is all I know
Simply simple works for me but now I have to go.
But only to have my breakfast

Well I made a big mistake when Maisie came to me
At first she was a tiny ball of fluff and oh so cute to see
But Maisie is a Labrador as black as black can be
An appetite to match a horse and a bark to shake the knees
Have you ever had a great fat lump climbing on your shoulders?
Well it ain't no fun I'm telling you cos she's like a ****** boulder
But I love that crazy dog even though she's mad
Despite all her crazy ways she's never really bad

I no longer walk the forest paths and listen to natures call
You see I have a crippled spine and can no more walk at all
You know five years ago I was fit and spry with no more challenges to meet
But now I'm just a broken man who can't control his feet
You see my brain and legs no longer talk, the message can't get through
So now I live in a downstairs flat with just brick and concrete to view
There was no warning that I could see, overnight became a crippled wreck
But what the hell at least I'm still breathing
And so now I have time on my hands, time to write and paint
But those forest trails still fill my mind though the memory grows faint