Many roads may lead to happiness, but most involve perseverance through despair. These are some of the routes along which my own quest has taken me: rural lifestyle; vintage motorhome travels; writing in many genres; ageing.
Travelling companions are very welcome!
Let the sun rise, then let it set The king of Allendale is gone. Hearts breaking for the simple debt We owe the prince who shone. Tears streaming down our cheeks There are no words to say. The shock against the future bleak Emotions can't convey. Diminished, we are all. No respite from the grief, The awful torture of the pall That's far beyond belief. So let the sun set, let it rise Let strong winds blow and let it rain Set fires free, unsupervised He's gone, life's not the same.
So very sad news Nigel was prominent in every aspect of the village
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Larry I’ve just spoken to Maggie Shearer on twitter can I share your poem please?
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I think that some semi-private sharing is fine, but since everyone at the moment is still in a desperate state of shock, maybe not overtly public, if possible? This little blog is very restricted, with an audience of about 15 max, and while not private at all, maybe on this occasion, until the floodgates open, perhaps we can be circumspect?
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😢😭😥
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Whatever you want Larry x
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Roads to Joy 
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