Banks!

Banks!

Banks! I see the gaunt unsmiling face of my neighbour every night, Trudging back from his day at work, struggling with all his might. To make a meek existence, to feed and clothe and house, His much beloved family, and his ever loving spouse. But as I gaze at this tired young man, working out his heart, I wonder what he is slaving for, and will he ever start, To analyse his life he has, and who he is working for. And why it is that he will be, forever simply poor. A glance at his statement, of his mortgage from the bank, Will show the monthly interest, going to

Colours of You

Colours of You

Colours of You  The yellow of sunshine rises in your smile. Blood red passion at thoughts of us entwined. The green freshness of spring in our love. But blue I am blue when I am away from you.   The colour of moonlight shining in your hair. Aqua depths in your eyes. And a magenta glow in your cheeks. But blue I am blue when I am away from you.   The ochre of earth in the trueness of your spirit. And the pure white of honesty in your heart. Silver hopes of a future in love. But blue I am blue when I am away from you.   And