We wake up every day,
With the greatest of intentions,
To do something really good,
Or create the newest of inventions.

Sometimes you need a little help,
Although you are a trier
A little bit of assistance from above,
Which makes you more inspired.

You may sometimes wake up,
With ideas in your head,
But because you are too busy,
You dismiss it instead.

Sometimes the spirit world will try to help,
But everybody has free will,
So if you don't write it down to use,
Somebody else definitely will.

The moral of this poem is simple,
Put a pen next to your bed,
Scribble down the words from your dreams,
Which are clear in your head.

Written by David Boyce
08 January 2015

Illness.

Illness is an awful thing,
It can happen at any time,
Sometimes easily cured,
But other times so sublime.

Illness affects everybody,
No matter if you're young or old,
Sometimes you can be hit for six,
By a simple common cold.

Illness can also affect the fit people,
But even more the frail and infirm,
You need to eradicate cross infections,
To try to stop the spread of germs.

There are many illnesses around today,
Which require drugs to try to cure,
There are also many nasty viruses,
Which are deadly for sure.

There are also many mental illnesses,
Which can affect the human mind,
These may not be seen like the physical,
But they are still so unkind.

Written by David Boyce
16 January 2015

Always had a tender heart.

A caring soul whilst living here,
Always so full of love,
Now sadly taken from us,
To the heavens up above.

Always had a tender heart,
And a loving kiss,
Full of compassion,
Is what we all will miss.

A mind full of knowledge,
Always giving genuine advice,
Taught with a smile,
Which always felt so nice.

Although an elder,
But more like a best friend,
Always in our hearts and minds,
To the very end.

Written by David Boyce
31 January 2015

As it goes from winter in to spring.

As the sunlight shines downwards

Cascading shadows upon the ground,

The birds chirping so sweetly,

With an early morning choral song.

The winds are blowing cold,

But no longer have the big freeze,

Blowing ever so gently,

As an early morning breeze.

The mist is rising slowly,

Streams are running still,

Spring is nearly here now,

Hopefully no more big chills.

The colours will soon start to change,

As it goes from winter in to spring,

With new animals and birds around,

Colourful new trees and flowers it will bring.

Written by David Boyce

05 March 2015

You may miss that person to talk to.

You may miss that person to talk to,

When you are sitting at home,

Because they were always there,

And now you feel all alone.

Some days may be worse than others,

As you think of those you miss,

With the regular cwtches from them,

And the daily gentle loving kiss.

The loss of any loved one,

The sheer feeling of being apart,

So much pain and suffering still,

Deep to the core of your heart.

We cannot really prepare ourselves,

As loss hurts in so many different ways,

But we can join in together,

By sending our love and prayers.

Written by David Boyce

10 March 2015