Please accept my apologies' if i get this wrong , But as you will see i do not fair well when it comes to anything "Computer".
Hello soaps' , I mean "Folks",
My name is Terrence, i am a 61 year old from south Shropshire, a few miles from the welsh border. I was diagnosed with CLL four years ago. My disease is progressing but stable and i am on watch and wait. However' I have a lot of complications caused through a life of hard, physical Out doors work, but as a hole i am no better or worse than any one else. But when comes to how i feel mentally , it is true that i have not done so well. Three suicide attempt's, self isolation , difficulty explaining myself and a whole raft of confusion and poor decision making, have taken a toll.
Anyway to get to the point, writing has been my only lifeboat. As a result , i have decided to write a short book for charity and would very much appreciate some feedback. Here are a few samples of some "Poems and Rhymes"
SMALL
The main man in White Hall , says that i am only small
as if i don't matter at all,
Well, i don't know if that is true, so i bought a ladder and now i am taller than you.
The WIFE DON'T LIKE IT...….
The wife said to me that my poems are glum, and in retrospect they are becoming a bit dumb.
Lighten up, was her plea, you are in a rut can't you see ?. But the reason i write these poems at all ,
is to help me cope with feeling small.
A change of direction must be my tack, i need to get on a more cheery track
