Isn't it strange how joy
Can go arm in arm with sorrow?
All bitterness today but
Who can say, what will be tomorrow?
My brother died just yesterday
Or at least that's how it seems
After years of painful searching
Was she the woman of my dreams?
If there are no winters
Then there will never be a sun
The joy in having all is
Heightened by the pain in having none
My father is slowly dying
The days left are too few
And now I come to realise
We're similar in what we do
I always fall in love with beauty
And then I'll recognise
That a rose without thorns
Isn't worth my life
People say I'm clever
So then how can't I explain
Why I make the same mistakes
And magnify the pain
The past can be a magnet
When it stops you moving on
So try to live the present
Before your chance has gone
Man is never able
To discover or then explore
Any distant lands
Until he leaves his closest shore.
Geoff Foden 25/01/95