Algorythms

Made out of prisms

They cause the schisms

That we see today.

Hey, it was a difficult rhyme - you want it should nake sense as well?

 I'm sittin' on my deck in the Bay

Watching the tide roll away

Watching the ships roll in

And I watch 'em roll away again

I left my home in Grangetown

And headed down to Cardiff Bay

Now I'm sittin' on my deck in the Bay

Wastin time

 Giving Thanks in Old Age

Thanks for indigestion,

Thanks for IBS,

Thanks for the arthritis 

That makes it harder to clean up the mess.

Goodnight

And when the night wafts over me

And my towers fall to sand,

Let them grave these words for me:

"He didn't understand."

My Prayer

Lord of the Lost Ones,

Lighten our darkness;

Lead me to learning

Or lead me astray...

When you can't remember why you did it yesterday,

That's the time to slow down.

And when you can't remember what you were doing yesterday,

That's the time to give up. 

 The daily round of common task, the common growth of Mother Earth, depresses me.