poems by Donald James Dolby
When the work is done
And the hours are small
Van is playing low
Weed is burning slow
Let it go, let it go
Soon, soon you can forget it all.

When life is so hard
And your time is not yours
These moments are rare
Relax with no care
Take it slow, take it slow
Float, float far from these shores.

When you reach the clouds
And look back from up there
Take a moment to ponder
And let your mind wander
Then you know, then you know
Death, death will bring not a care.
Notes :-
March 2001, High Wycombe