Pansy Boy

                         PANSY BOY

There he was,

Out,

Out on his own

Out in the cold because he was different.

You couldn't miss him, even with his head down

All colour and beauty

They called him, “Pansy”, they were right,

But not for any reason they knew.

All his life had been a winter of cruelty

He sighed and cried prayed and

Stayed right through the coldest times

And he blossomed

Pansy: beautiful tough.

     

                             Wilf July 2018

Today, Give Flowers to the Dead

Today, give flowers to the dead

Yesterday they weren't here

Tomorrow they will be gone.

Today.

The poor you can give to yesterday

(Oh, but you didn't) or tomorrow,

They will still be here

They are always here.

Any other day you can give to them

But today give flowers to the dead

Fill their graves to overflowing

Let today be a day of waste.

    

                               WILF 06/ 2018

A Prayer

               A PRAYER

Lord I don't know what to say

I have no confidence that my words

Could express my heart

And,

Even if I spoke to You in the tongues

Of men and angels……….

But take my sighs: the breath of my heart

These informed words

Whatever they may be they are my heart,

They are for You, All Knowing One

I know you will understand

And answer me

                                 Wilf July 2018