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107. 44 Tomorrow 

It is my birthday tomorrow, 
I bid goodbye to my sorrow, 
I can wring my tears right out
Of my badly bruised heart, 

It is my birthday tomorrow, 
I bid bye to my sorrow,
I can look forward to
A fantastic new start

To life, 
In all its wonder, 
To the end of
All strife, 

It is my birthday tomorrow, 
I bid goodbye to my sorrow, 
I’ve battled so hard 
To get to today, 

It is my birthday tomorrow, 
I bid goodbye to my sorrow, 
I’m alive! Alive! 
Hip hip hooray!

©Brindology 2013

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106. The future is here

When does the future occur, 
Tell me when?

When does this present moment
Come to its end? 

When does time
Stop and stand? 

When will we walk
Hand in hand?

©Brindology 2014

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105. Open window

And if I knew what life had in store for me, 
would I still march forward? 
Would my courage falter,
wither,
and die?

Why have our paths crossed? 
Which one of us is standing at the crossroads?

I write these words as I sit beside the open window.
The darkness is interrupted by the flashy lights of an awakening city. 

Beside me lies a lady.
Her family is gathered around her —
perhaps to say their final farewell. 
Tears are too private for public display,
sometimes.

Whispers travel far in this silenced hospital ward. 
Everyone is falling asleep around me, but I am wide awake.

The window is open.

©Brindology 2017

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104. Life is short

Life is short. 

How often do we hear this?
Sometimes death etches a scar so terribly deep that no amount of rain can wash it away. 

Life is short. 

Love, just love. 
Love others. 
Love yourself. 
We come into this world alone and we leave it alone, but we are not alone while we are alive. 

Please be kind to one another and to yourself. 

Remember, life is short.

©Brindology 2015

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103. Broken promises

Your voice filled my mind today. 
Your voice from so very long ago. 
Your voice that once spoke to my heart. 
Your voice that used to say how much you loved me. 

If we met now, would we recognise each other? 
Or would we keep walking past and away without a sorry glimpse into our history? 

Your hair must be grey now. 
There must be wrinkles running deep into your handsome face. 
There must be remnants of that love you once had for me buried somewhere in your heart. 
That love, before it turned into hate. 
That love, before it became someone else’s. 

I can’t say I still love you.
I know, I promised. 
But you broke your promise, too. 

I want to put out the light. 
I want to close my eyes and forget you. 
I want to be sure my heart doesn’t love you anymore. 

©Brindology 2016

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102. The child sees it all

the husband, the wife
the father, the mother 
once there was love
now they’re just strangers

the child watches them
with anger and disgust,
for they’ve broken her trust
and turned love to dust

they were having a fight –
her first memory,
when they’re finally gone 
is that all that she’ll see?

consumed by such hate
bitterness is their fate,
they say that they care
but they curse and they swear

there is no end in sight
no end to this strife 
the father, the mother
the husband, the wife 

©Brindology 2017

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