Frank's Sundays

© Frank Garland 2005

Thoughts on a Sunday

Tomorrow is a day we may never see

Yesterday is as dead as the pharaohs

All that leaves us with is today

Precious time.

It is good to be in the company of friends

To relax and enjoy their conversation

But sometimes its nice to be alone in a quiet place,

Where you can write these words!

It’s a hard, harsh world for sensitive people.

Time may very well heal but it also kills.Thoughts on a Sunday

Tomorrow is a day we may never see

Yesterday is as dead as the pharaohs

All that leaves us with is today

Precious time.

It is good to be in the company of friends

To relax and enjoy their conversation

But sometimes its nice to be alone in a quiet place,

Where you can write these words!

It’s a hard, harsh world for sensitive people.

Time may very well heal but it also kills.

More Sunday Thoughts

If you can`t think,

Then you can`t love,

If you don`t love,

Then you can`t live.

If you don`t dream,

Then you can`t hope

If you can`t hope,

What`s the point!

Life doesn`t get any better than when two people love each other to the exclusion of everyone else.

I can think of nothing sadder than someone who wants to die.

Sunday Thoughts 3

Stanley Christian Garland

I can still see my Father`s hands,

Hands that worked

a lifetime,

good hands, tender hands and

on the left arm the tattooed word,

“Celia”.

Only death parted them,

only fifty eight, same age as I am now.

I still miss my Dad.

Sunday Thoughts 4

The man sat propped up against

the wall of the main

street shop,

His clothes were ragged,

his begging bowl before him,

beside him, his loyal friend,

his dog.

All around, the bustle of life.

From where he sat, he was

only yards away from

luxury and affluence,

designer clothes and cars.

The dogs sad eyes looked

up at me as I placed the

tin of pedigree chum beside

the bowl, and the change from

the fiver into the bowl itself.

I did not know this man

or anything about him

but he was a brother who

for whatever reason had

fallen on hard times,

a consequence of our material

society, fallen through the net.

If he wasn`t too proud to beg,

Then I wasn`t too arrogant to give.