Diary of a Frustrated Writer
That world out there stays the same,
It’s me inside that goes insane.
The world goes on no matter what,
But me inside, no matter what,
Never stays the same – or so it seems.
As I wrestle with the many dreams
That flicker, flash, then fall apart..
L. Grimley ’81
Laughter I hear, do ye?
Laughter I feel, do ye? Where?
Around the trees and around the bees,
As they busily busy themselves with the trees.
Do ye know what I mean?
As the laughter wells bigger and bigger,
It seems most impossible to straiten oneself,
In the proper perspective
Of one in good health.
Who could understand the lifeless door of ease
As each little couplet comes across the
Channel in need?
In need of what? Laughter I say,
For who can be taken
Through life’s dreary door
If nowhere there be
Any laughter to make
The journey agree
L. Grimley ’75