‘No More After Me’ by Barrie Purnell

I am the last of the line
There will be no more after me,
I have no sons or brothers to carry my name
When I die we will just cease to be.

I am the last of the line
When young I never gave it a thought,
Now I am older I think it’s a loss to the world
Then again ……. maybe it’s not.

I am the last of the line
As a result of inadequate conception,
I produced no progeny of either sex
But extinction was not my intention.

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Probing Deeper by Andrew Bell

It’s a long time since I started probing
those dark inner spaces
and questions
like ‘what is life and has it meaning?’

Well, not much has changed.
But now it’s how these thoughts
might cross over, be put to use
in the life we have built together..

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The Rose by Michael Healy

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Oh rose how lovely are thy flowers
Almost any colour, shape and smell
Is to be found within your petals.
Single flowers sparkle in the sun, or
Multi bunches of florabunda shade the ground.
From bush to climbers and dwarf to giant
The range of plants is quite outstanding.

Compare the rose to almost any other garden flower. Most are of fixed colour
But choose a rose to complement the flowers around.
No English garden can be complete without the presence of the rose.
And placed around your front door
The scent is most welcoming.

The rose is God’s own flower