(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Borne, Lives

Borne to lives borne to die, why were you be boned When the earth is heat and full of adversaries to contend, Why shouldn't you lives to see the splendor like growing flowers Why should you go kpatakpata like rushing rain? That cannot be stopped. The earth holds for you the splendid, Pleasures, precious and treasures, Why should you leaved without consideration. Borne to lives is costless and expensive to preserves, Borne to lives borne to die is not an option To be chosen and controlled by eyes and hands. If you are going so soon you shouldn't be boned and If you must be boned you should stay to see The features the earth holds for you. This poem is dedicated to my lovely friend (ODJEGBU AKPOGBULEKEMI

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Bless you, you crazy Dodgy Vicar, for your wonderful birthday wishes and the hug (I caught it! !) . You'll be pleased to know not a dropp touched my lips on the 6th (my birthday) . I was teaching all day and I fear it might be inappropriate to teach a yoga class after a glass or two of the red stuff. I did, however, manage to help Jerry consume a little smackerel on Saturday night when we celebrated over Thai fish. Yum, yum. I am touched and flattered that you have composed such a beautiful poem for my birthday. Thanks Dave, you're a legend! love, Allie xxxx
Happy brithday Alison...
May I join in to wish dear Allie a super birthday, too. What a lovely tribute, David. Just the thoughtful sort of thing you would do (try saying that with a mouthful of birthday cake - he he) . Best wishes to Allie, and hugs to you both.... Love, Fran xxx
What a lovely birthday poem for a wonderful gal, Allie...... Of course you would be the one to give such a tribute........the man with the heart that circles the globe....marci. :)
I would love to recieve such a beautiful poem on my birthday too.