Something I thought of while feeling depressed, that helped me deal with my demons.

The music plays loud especially during these festive days. It is close to the end of the year. We are counting our money to start a new year.

There are moments of joy like when a child smiles for the first time. There are moments of laughter, when you are surprised by what others think about you. There are moments of happiness, when you have watched the movie of your dreams.

They may be a generation apart, but some things don’t change.

Our greed unfortunately, has taken us down. We are even worse than the animals and birds, when it comes to upbringing our children and securing their future….This poem is a tribute to the birds, who are far better than the humans in securing the future of their off springs/..

This isnt always the case but its more and more evident as I grow older and more respectful of my surroundings and people.But it seems that manners are certionly lacking at times when they should be used the majority of the time.
Are they part of a dying tradition that me and my parents grew up with way back when?Just like a cassette tape,records and lava lamps,manners maybe fading faster then we are able to recover them.

There is a place in France where you can sell your jewellery which is a hospital and where you can get treated for any illness when you do not have any money. That place is called the Pitie Salpitriere. It is a strange name but those who know French know what it is about.

Poem about the life lessons that are transferred from generation to generation to keep their kids’ head up. Both pieces of advices I’ve received from my parents, and advice I’d like to pass onto my child, if I were to have one in the future.

Some things grow more graceful with age and to me this is one of them. A well maintained Victorian mansion can be the backdrop to many love stories past and present.This is my take on the dream house I will never own and thats ok.At least I can weave a romantic spell around the dream house in my mind.I just weaved my own take on this beautiful house and the couple that was soon to be wed.

A poem of fate, paths, misfortune, and connectivity.