Diary - David Gates

I found her diary underneath a tree.
and started reading about me
The words she's written took me by surpise
you'd never read them in her eyes.
They said that she had found the love she waited for.
Wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it.

When she confronted with the writing there,
simply pretended not to care.
I passed it off as just in keeping with
her total disconcerting air
and though she tried to hide
the love that she denied,
wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it.

And as I go through my life, I will give to her my wife
all the sweet things that I can find.

I found her diary underneath a tree.
and started reading about me.
The words began stick and tears to flow.
Her meaning now was clear to see.
The love she'd waited for was someone else not me
Wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it.

and as I go through my life, I will wish for her his wife
all the sweet things that she can find
all the sweet things they can find

Roller Skating Granny...

By Passim

I love my next door neighbours.
They’re a wonderful old pair.
And though they’re getting on in years.
Their sense of fun’s still there.

The trouble is they’re out late,
on the yard with all their friends,
and although it’s nearly midnight,
the party never ends.

I try to read my book in bed,
but I really cannot win.
Old Albert’s on the Guinness.
and Mabel’s on the gin.

What’s going up the entry now?
This noise it just won’t do.
A roller skating granny!!
Believe me, - it’s all true.

Oh let them have their fun now.
“They're getting old” I think.
But I’m really being generous,
and I just can’t sleep a wink.

But listen…it’s all quiet.
They’ve stopped for goodness sake.
I bet they’re all now fast asleep,
and me – I’m wide awake.

This poem could have been written about any of the lovely people that I am going to skate with tomorrow and one day I hope to be one of them.