Petes Poetry
The value of life
The value of life, you tell me.
I know it has a cost, I know it isn't free.
And freedom what sort of bird should I be.
An eagle, a hawk, until a crow answers my destiny.
And health, in sickness shall I plea for your sympathy.
And in sorrow, will it bring apathy.
So in pain, in body, in heart, in mind.
So can anybody see, or is only felt by the blind.
So love me at a price.
Kind of self sacrifice.
So let us be thankful as we do our time.
Somtimes giving up, can be a crime.
Peter Riddoch.
I know it has a cost, I know it isn't free.
And freedom what sort of bird should I be.
An eagle, a hawk, until a crow answers my destiny.
And health, in sickness shall I plea for your sympathy.
And in sorrow, will it bring apathy.
So in pain, in body, in heart, in mind.
So can anybody see, or is only felt by the blind.
So love me at a price.
Kind of self sacrifice.
So let us be thankful as we do our time.
Somtimes giving up, can be a crime.
Peter Riddoch.
