The Poems of David Garlick
Some goals are won. Some goals are dreams. Some dreams are true. Some dreams are thoughts. Some thoughts cause fear. Some thoughts bring love. Some love brings tears. Some love brings life. Some life is work. Some life is play. Some play is lost. Some play for goals. […]
Little wealth have we but it’s more than enough; for our hearts are full as the sea. Our family, wide as an ocean stretch, far as a mind can be. And all our friends, like moons and stars, revolve in a timeless way; through our lives and times in an endless parade, as bright […]
Content within a warm dark place. why would I, should I want to leave? Is this my haven secure and safe, must I endure the strife of hell? Warm I feel my mothers breast, safe and loving till I rest. Content to feed and defecate, is this all there is to life? […]
India, my India, how I remember you. Not as some soldier or wide eyed tourist awed by your ancient culture – and your milling multitudes. Nor fascinated by the riches of a maharaja, horrified by mutilated beggars in the streets or shocked by the teaming destitute that throng the Kashmir Gate. No I remember […]