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. […]
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? […]
When we are gone, what would we leave behind? Few rate a statue cast in bronze or build a monument to shout their name. So what do we, the ordinary folk who toil each day to make the two ends meet, expect that those we leave behind will think of us in fleeting memory? […]
This special breed of human being, who spend their working day in care of people sick in mind or limb and helps them back to health again. For all their outward starch and poise, their eyes and hands betray their love. Both men and women have this gift that sooths the fears and […]