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One Day Unto My Grave I Go (poem 19)

One day let my grave stone stand towering and superior above all others.
For one day this is all that shall remain of my legacy.
 
One day unto my grave I shall go, a body given back to the earth.
But let not my name be forgotten as my body remains rotting.
 
One day let my final words be ones of honour.
For one day this is all that shall remain of my legacy.
 
One day let my epitaph read "“I came, I saw, I did it all……. But thank god thats all”".
For one day this is all that shall remain of my legacy.
 
 
Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.
 

Chivalrous (poem 18)

Since the beginning of time there has been politeness and honour.
So simple to remember and follow, yet now after all these centuries 
it is all but gone.

Gentleman hold the door open for a lady, just wait a few seconds 
for her to pass through.
How hard could it be?
Stand when an important person or lady enters or leaves the room.
How hard could it be?

Gentlemen help the weak and defenceless.
How hard could it be?
Gentlemen give up their seat if a lady is forced to stand.
How hard could it be?

Gentlemen abstain from unfairness, meanness and deceit.
How hard could it be?
Gentlemen pay for the dinners at restaurants.
How hard could it be?

Gentlemen always speak the truth.
How hard could it be?
Gentlemen respect a lady’s honour.
How hard could it be?

Gentlemen pull the chair out for a lady when she is about to sit.
How hard could it be?
Gentlemen help a lady to put on her coat as she goes to leave.
How hard could it be?

Valour, Truth, Justice, Hope, Diligence, Liberality, Resolution,
Prudence, Sagacity, Faith and Charity.

How hard could it be?
It’s such simple politeness, how could you not do it automatically?
How could you not want to be chivalrous?

How hard could it be?



Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.

Don’t fall in love as the clock stops ticking (poem 17)

The clock is winding down.
It’s ticking is slowing down.
 
We were born in a time of indecision.
We were born in a time where we follow our eyes not our hearts.
We were born in a time where we wait for others to act.
 
But…
The clock is winding down.
It’s ticking is slowing down.
People are impatient, they wont even wait for love.
 
So…
Don’t fall in love as the clock stops ticking.
 
The clock is winding down.
It’s ticking is slowing down.
 
So…
Don't fall in love as the clock stops ticking.
 
 
Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.

The Black Cloud (poem 16)

I woke up this morning and laid there.
I kept my eyes shut, contemplating on my life.
I felt like my life was flashing in front of me.
I only saw the bad times and never the good.
I finally decided to open my eyes, but only physically.
 
There hovering above me was a big black cloud.
There was a huge weight on my shoulders and I struggled to breath.
 
I leaped out of bed, threw on my clothes and charged out the door.
I walked and walked, it was all I could do.
I looked behind me just to see the cloud following me.
I felt alone and trapped.
I then realised I was in a forrest surrounded by large oak trees.
 
How did I get here?
 
Then I saw it just a few feet away, a beautiful large pond.
I removed my clothes and leaped in head first.
 
The water was ice cold, but refreshing.
I was still underneath the water when it happened again, my life
flashed before me.
This time it was different, I saw the good times.
 
I saw the birthdays, the christmases and the laughter.
I saw a future of happiness, laughter and smiles.
I felt the universe shift and the sun shone brightly above the oak trees,
the black cloud evaporated as if by it’s rays.
 
I sprung from the water reborn, new of heart, new of mind.
 
 
 
 
Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.