Thursday, December 22, 2016

New Year Poem by Angela Lansbury



New Year Wishes Poem
 by Angela Lansbury 

I hope each New Year brings to you 
The season's days of joy and ease 
Like happy birds which sing and dance 
And bounce each dawn and break the trees 

 Please, every year when you look back 
List all you've done as each year ends
Smile and recall laughter and fun 
And family and your ex friends. 

Ignore small things missed or done wrong
The childlike adults who rowed and swore
Let's hope next year's a bit better
And naughty friends learned, don't keep doing more.

 Copyright Angela Lansbury 2016

 I woke early and heard a bird singing. My neighbour Alice says it's probably a starling. 
*** Above is my first draft.
 I might change the I thought of changing the word 'your' in the last line to 'our'. 

Let's compare it to the hymn All Things Bright And Beautiful. That has a new image in each line. So let's put more images in my poem. I've seen several people composing their own poems for Christmas cards or emails. 

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 I must try a parody of Old Lang Syne. 

 Every year Grapedeal.com sends out a Christmas song parody using words relating to wine or wine bottles. 


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Parody of Twelve Days of Christmas by Angela Lansbury


Affordable, Modern Twelve days of Christmas Parody by Angela Lansbury On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me 12 Christmas crackers Eleven pictures showing Ten mince pies heating Nine fruits a stewing Eight cups of coffee Seven stollen slices Six little pancakes Five doughnut rings Four Christmas puds Three French wines Two hard boiled eggs Toast and honey for tea with me. Copyright Angela Lansbury December 22nd 2016 Author's note: My draft version included: Ten squirrels leaping Nine couples dancing Six big hard boiled eggs Five pretty rings Four singing birds I just thought For an audience which is not English, change it to Four steaming puds (or puddings) Alternative Lines 6 Six eggs for omelettes or six little crumpets 3 I had three French songs instead of French hens 2 Two ringing bells I changed to two honey jars Last ! tried to end with the last line reading: a turkey and a plum tree and plums for tea I tried a Christmas tree a cup of tea some Yorkshire tea Xmas Cake And a Christmas cake just for me And Christmas cake for our tea And Christmas cake to share with me Xmas Trees Or Secular Trees For Atheists? And a Christmas tree? And a tall spruce tree (More secular - but since Christmas in the title?) How about an atheist's Christmas? On the twelfth Day of December my lover/husband/ best friend/ an atheist (the rhyme to fit the music and copy the original wording in a familiar way has to stay as 'my' plus two syllables The original Twelve Days of Christmas carol On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me A pink synthetic tree. Happy Christmas to everyone Angela Lansbury PS I typed this out as a poem with line breaks. However, the website has deleted the line breaks. I shall have to devise a way of writing the poem in Word or Pages, photographing the page on a mobile phone, copying it into photos on a laptop and loading it up into my blog as a PDF picture. What a palaver! Ah - I see what happened. I can click on Compose or HTML above. I must have clocked on HTML. I now have to learn the HTML code to insert line breaks. Meanwhile ... Every year Grapedeal.com sends out a Christmas song parody using words relating to wine or wine bottles. See grapdedeal.com See my other posts on travel. Follow me on Facebook, LinkedIn, Twitter, Instagram. See me performing poetry on YouTube. See my comic poetry books on Lulu.com Other books on Amazon. Please share my posts. Thank you.

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

This Is Your Pilot Speaking

This Is Your Pilot Speaking
 Song about a Poor Airline* 
by Angela Lansbury 

 “This is your pilot, 
I’m speaking to say 
You’re welcome aboard 
Our Happy Airlines 
Don’t be afraid on runway nor skyway 

Films show life’s worse 
Stuck down Chilean mines* 

 Copyright Angela Lansbury 2016 I typed this out with line breaks but the blog post system has kindly corrected it thinking I inserted line breaks by accident. If I knew HTML (which is not difficult) I might be able to re-load with proper line breaks. To remind myself, and inform you, dear reader, the HTML (hyper text mark up language?) is simple. It inserts ordinary English language instructions such as insert paragraph or insert line break followed inside a special bracket to show that is not part of the text but a layout instruction. I shall do that next time.

 However, even poets have lives to live apart from writing and reading poetry. So I must go away. I'll try to fix this next time I write a post.


About the author

Angela Lansbury B A Hons ACG ALB PM5 EH5 DL5 VC5 
The Author of several books, including  Etiquette For Every Occasion. Wedding Speeches & Toasts. How to be the Best Man. Quick Quotations. Who Said What When.

Blogs travelwithangelalansbury.blogspot.com

dressofthedayangela.blogspot.com

translateforfun.blogspot.com

Braddell Heights Advanced Toastmasters Speakers Club Vice President Public Relations (VPPR), Previous President

Join BHA 1st Wednesday 7pm and 3rd Saturday 2 pm Singapore time

 

Vice President Public Relations (VP PR) of Tampines Changkat Advanced;

Secretary of weekly online Singapore International Dynamic Toastmasters Speakers’ Club;

Member and past president of Harrovians toastmasters club, UK; Past member of HOD Toastmasters, London. Past member in Singapore of: Toastmasters Club of Singapore (TCS); Tiarel; and Senja Cashew.

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Regular attendee at annual Swanwick Writers’ School, England.

Regular attendee at annual Writers’ Holiday, Wales.

Contributor to poetry readings, and after tea courses on: Speaking On Radio To Promote Books; and Plots And Character.

Winner of many club and area speaking contests in the UK and Singapore.

Language advisor to Empire Toastmasters club in Indonesia.

Language and speech workshops in Singapore.

Speaker on radio and TV in England, Scotland, the USA, and Australia.

Compiler of a school course on public speaking for teachers to prepare pupils for school open days with attending ceremonies before government ministers, Singapore.

Former member of Harrow Writers’ Circle, London, and two writing groups in Singapore.

Angela is on Facebook, Instagram, LinkedIn, Pinterest, Twitter. She would be delighted to link up with new friends.

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Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Dreaming Of A Childhood Garden



White house rose garden.

 

Last night I dreamed my life again Night dreams should sort and right day's wrong Your hopes and wishes, fogs and fears Muddled bad cleared, like a good song I wiped the haze and rainy daze Dreamt of flowers, back in London Like my childhood, sunlit, unfazed Walking in an English garden Curtains let in light to wake you Green grass, green oaks, and a blue sky Cool dew, long paths lead to new views Red rose bushes grow up eye high Yesterday I saw butterflies Changi airport, an oasis You think you're reborn, no-one dies Papers reveal Zika's crises Far from leaves and far from green grass Our plane jolts down in neon Hong Kong Skyscrapers soothe changing colours Air-conditioned, what could go wrong? Too many crowds, too much litter Live fish in tanks, dead on our plate There no fresh fruit, too much sugar We've flown, we're tired, it's getting late That's why I dreamed my life again Night dreams should sort out right from wrong Like rose scents which last one hour I'm a curled and coloured flower I wake refreshed to start my day I'm small but see friends in a while So all past cares have flown away I'm small but lift lives with my smile. Copyright Angela Lansbury September 1st 2016. Written after a trip from Singapore to Hong Kong.

Sunday, June 19, 2016

The Hardest Part of Writing A Poem



Comment to Darren Scanlon who uploaded his poem
The Ballad Of Fred The Frog
on webpage Poets United

Dear Poet

You wrote a funny poem
You wrote a poem to amuse
I must say you succeeded
It blew away my late night blues

I love to read new poems
I feel I've found new friends
Whether a poem's long or short
I'm sorry when it ends

Your poem has inspired me
It's made me want to write
And if I don't write right away
I'll be up half the night

A poem, plus a drawing!
I must say I'm impressed
Quite frankly, now that I'm retired
I struggle to get dressed

The thing I want to ask you
Which bothers me the most
My dear, how do you do it -
How do you upload a post?

Angela Lansbury (annalondon8@gmail.com)

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Holiday On The Internet




Making Memories With You

by Angela Lansbury

Wear your sarong; the only thing to pack's
Your suitcase of memories you must bring back
Tomorrow we're taking our best trip yet
A holiday around the internet

We both wake up late at the crack of dawn
From dreams of tennis on a big green lawn
White cricket balls which arch overhead, slow
My holiday, garden bouquet - let's go!

We don't need taxis if we stay at home
You're in the en suite, so I'm not alone
Watch a stranger's tail-wag dog eat a bone
You march past, smile, on a fully charged phone

When at our peak we were admired
Now in a lull, when half-retired
We feel poor, take our holiday
At home, free parking on our driveway

Drink fresh coffee from our machine
Sit cuddling, sharing our travel dream
Travel back through the photo ages
We click, trek Everest on YouTube pages

First class flights, the best trips yet
Balloon world-wide around the internet
We don't need jabs, nor to pack sun cream
Change money, buy mosquito screen

We sit close, share what's on the screen
Make lists, screen capture where we've been
Toss dice, you choose first where you want to go
To ski past chalets in deep snow

Then I can sail for somewhere sunny
Take a long cruise which costs no money
Land on a shell beach in a foreign land
Cocktails, coconuts, palms, soft sand

Swim safely in wavy, white-blue seas
Drink endless red wine and eat blue cheese
Share bubbly on our best trip yet
Dance the crowded, colourful, musical internet.

In carry cot or wheelchair, seventy or seven
Sick or in five star hotels, live every day in heaven.

-ends-
Copyright Angela Lansbury, travel writer and photographer, comic poet.





Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Hoarder's Song by Angela Lansbury




Are you living in a clutter?
Did you learn it from your mother?
Just saving for a rain-swept day
So never giving stuff away?

Yes, collecting is rewarding
Wasteful folks may claim you're hoarding
They're not to bleu. You're not to blame
If you store two things, both the same

If you've two then they make a pair
Don't tell me that I ought to share
Don't say you're 'helping' 'cos you care
I'll lock all my doors, so beware

I'm tidy and dust when I must
Store leftovers, eat the last crust
I store what's broken or shows rust
There's no cleaner I could trust

Recycle, all can be repaired
Retired and poor I'm not yet scared
I can save cuttings from long hair
I've two lifetime's clothes yet to wear

I never lend, never borrow
But I'll tidy up - tomorrow.
-ends-
Author's note:
Inspired by
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3606311/Former-university-lecturer-59-clutter-spilling-letterbox-30-years-hoarding-thousands-books-lecture-notes-exam-papers-finally-clear-out.html#reader-comments

Angela Lansbury, May 24 2016 copyright

Saturday, May 14, 2016

Today I'm Not One Hundred


100

Today I'm Not One Hundred
by Angela Lansbury

Today I'm not one hundred
I'm a hundred and one!
It's tomorrow in Australia
Wave to my iPad, oh what fun!

My arms are frail, my fingers thin
Don't ask me to shake hands
Don't ask about my future
What's the point of making plans?

I've been sent vouchers for bungee jumping
And balloon trips to Australia
And some kind folks in Switzerland
Have sent discounts on euthanasia

Who are my friends? My dear, all ghosts
Of the past, I hear their laughter
Don't send more money-making priests
With bills, wills - prayers for the hereafter

What have I done? Eaten birthday cake
You ask me where I've been?
Speak up! What? I'm lip-reading -
Did you ask me who I've seen?

You can see all my photographs
Fading faces on the wall
I keep signing books, giving autographs
Getting chocolates, eat them all

You ask me what is the secret
Of living long? So long? Too long?
Like the queen mother, who had health and wealth
Drink bubbly, smile and stagger on

What do I eat? Just mushy stuff
Good teeth soft, not yet rotten
Now what's your name? Tell me again
I've already forgotten

I'd love to hear about your life
Dear, I wish you all the best!
Tell me, is our five minutes up?
I need my commode, a bath, a rest.

You asked if I'm staying queen?
This sign language stuff is hard!
Yes, I'm treated like a queen!
Yes, future kings signed a joint card!
-ends-

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Flying Home See 'Si' Sea


Flying Home (Singapore to London)
by Angela Lansbury

See - the sky’s blue; the sunshine’s gold
The clouds look soft, fluffy, bright white.
Watched comic films, dramas, warm, coldI
Yet slept sound, upright, half the night

Cross new Europe, Poland, not Spain
“Si!” Languages ‘oui’ understand
Back to face bills, take pills again -
Rain waters rose, pines, waved wheat land

Water glasses clink like di’monds
Omelette, like perfume, wafts through air
Smilers wheel breakfast, offer choice
Shut eyes, dream, rest - stretch - soon be there!

Houses like toys, stand in neat rows
Cute cars race past puffed tiny trains
Drop down! Below, maybe hail, snows
Who cares - clunk, bump - we’re home again!

Angela Lansbury
May 2016

Poet’s notes: 
Inspired by a Facebook post enthusing about flying back to London.
I wrote the poem about flying over Spain, then a member of my family said that you don't fly over France or Spain from Singapore but over Poland.
Puns on sea and si, oui and we.
I changed roses to rose to save a syllable, which leaves the word rose ambiguous between a noun and the past tense of a verb, no longer meaning roses in English gardens but evoking flood water from the river or sea which rises or rose.
I changed cute cars which is alliterative to allow an extra syllable for puffed tiny trains which is both visual, puffing train, and ambiguous, the puffed or exhausted train, stops to let cars overtake. 
The scenes in the films are serious and comic, warm and cold. So is the temperature change in the plane from warm when boarding in Singapore to cold when arriving in London, England.Then I reinserted cute and deleted small, since I already had toys and tiny to convey the idea of small.  I thought of ‘houses like toy teeth, tombstones,’ or ‘neat milk teeth rows’ but I left the sentence unchanged to flow. The clunk is the dropping of the undercarriage; the bump is the plane landing.
In May when we flew back reports in the BBC news were of snow in Scotland the Midlands and even London, where snow did not settle but hailstones fell. Previous weeks had seen a heatwave in London. At the time of writing, May 10 2016, another heatwave.
Waved wheat land. Land is a bit dull. What you see from windows above as you fly over England (or travel by train) is undulating land (unlike the miles of flat land in Holland or what I saw for several days in central America in the nineteen sixties when I took a Greyhound bus) and in England you see leaves and trees and crops waving in the wind



Friday, May 6, 2016

The Train Approaching



The Train Approaching
by Angela Lansbury

The train approaching platform two
Is not the train for me or you
The train approaching is not stopping
Thus evading pigeon dropping

The train's approaching very fast
We passengers think: 'Here - at last!'
It's racing past - but then it slows
To keep us hopefuls on our toes

Today I've made some mental notes
Schools close, open for adult votes
I have no need, I've done the deed
I choose my mayor with postal votes

I did not go to Northwick Park
But seedy Kenton - don't buy shares
Rebuilding, temporary bridge
I 'suppose it shows the mayor cares

The train approaching platform two
At last, the train for me and you
To a Wine Fair, we're on our way
A sunny London Transport day.
-ends-
Angela Lansbury B A Hons, author, poet, performer.

Sunday, May 1, 2016

This Poem Is An Atheist's Gift To Believers



Gift of Religion
by Angela Lansbury

This is my gift to you
My first and last white lie
To tell you I saw heaven
A happy or sad sigh

When I was born
And when I die

This is my gift to you
Which I can leave behind
To paint a better world
From my mind to your mind

A touch to soothe the deaf
A word image for the blind

This is my gift for you
For me it has to use
Take it, I do not need it
You gain, I do not lose

An ornament, an art, a lie
I’m practical, I just need truth

What can I leave to you?
A poem or a song?
What can I leave in ribbons
Like a chocolate, when I’m gone?

A lie or just the truth
Am I right or am I wrong?

You may say, she didn’t mean it
You may say what you please
You may say that heaven is golden bells
And the moon is made of cheese

Just say what makes you happy
Stop, or move on, what will ease

The strangest thing is
When we are truly dead
My words still reach to you
Today’s thoughts from my head

Time, and timeless, still preserved
What we both thought, and read and said

And so I leave to you my friend
A friendship that will never end
I would not take away from you
It’s your choice, what you think is true

You do what you want to do
And I will leave a smile for you.

I showed this to my family
It went round and round
One said that it was funny
One said it was profound

So I’ve earned immortality
An atheist underground.

-ends-
Angela Lansbury, May 2nd 2016. Copyright.
Author’s note: The last word underground is slightly pessimistic, but by happy chance it is humorously ambiguous as it could be taken to mean subversive.
I hope this poem will please believers as well as atheists and agnostics. It might even be used as a witty and consoling funeral poem.


I was inspired by a BBC article about an Italian poet.  The theme of the article was how atheists may work against or with religion, seen like myths as providing comfort and common culture.
The translations convey the meaning but miss the emphasis. In the original, as is often the case in English, as should be the case in the translation, the last word of the sentence is the one emphasised by the writer and left most remembered in every listener's mind, as well as anticipated by some readers with a knowledge of that languages words which rhyme.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Response to a poem on leaving dusting to write or create



A Rose by any other name would smell as sweet
 but not when you have crumbs under the chair to sweep 
because I tell you here in Singapore, 
if you don't grab a crumb from ants you'll get a hundred more, 

and I'm alas allergic to dust mites, 
a dusty hotel gives me sleepless nights,
 I can compose a poem while I sweep or dust, that glass of water which we share is clean I trust? I would not eat in a dirty café. I promise I'll dust when you come to stay. And proud that all is clean and calm and orderly, we'll sniff sweet flavours, not sneeze in our tea. Please leave your dirty shoes outside the door, sit anywhere, a chair - I cleaned the floor, you'll like my place if you've an allergy - we're both dust mites and gluten free. I hope you like this, which I must rehearse, and whilst I dust I'll write another verse.

By Angela Lansbury April 27 2016. Copyright.

Saturday, April 2, 2016

Swimming Lesson by Angela Lansbury




Swimming Lesson
by Angela Lansbury

In Singapore I go to swim
In a giant blue swimming pool
Surrounded by tall green palm trees
And two long white lists of pool rules

They’ve covered almost everything
Which they are never permitting
No diving, food, drinks, nor footwear
No pets, balls, boards, boats, no - spitting!
***
I hear a mother calling, loud
So I turn my curious head
She says the last word two more times
I missed, heard, wrote down what she said:

“Why you so absent-minded, la!
Your towel robe, look, now all wet
You take it off before you swim
Why you, stupid, always forget?

“Why you so absent-minded, la?
Why I always have to watch you
Why you so absent-minded, la?
I busy, got so much to do

“Why you so absent-minded, la?
Why you not like your big brother?
What will you do when you grow up?
When no more father, no mother!

“Why I choose have two children, la?
Two children, see, work is double
Why I choose have two children, la!
Two always mean trouble double.”

My mother said the same to me
It must be fifty years ago
I thought my problems were unique
But they were not, as now I know.

-ends
copyright  Angela Lansbury 3rd April 2016, Sunday

Author’s note
Two Poems
This could be two separate poems but you need the first verse to set the scene and the lists of pool rules and mother’s rules are both ‘common sense’ which is not common to all children, but is common to many adults, most mothers and some swimming instructors.

Spitting
The writer overhears a swimming lesson but learns a lesson about parenthood.
Spitting - old joke. The listener may expect the rhyme to be another impolite word starting with s and ending with ing. The expectation is produced and underlined by the delay before saying the rhyming word, suggesting the author has changed their mind, or that the rude word is only in the mind of the listener. Spitting is both a suitable word (and one used in the list of rules) and a euphemism understood by adults but not necessarily by children.

Structure
I started with the introduction: who, what, where, when, why.
Then conversation. I overheard only the line about the wet towel. 
The boy in the lesson was probably the brother.

Singlish
The conversation language is Singlish. I heard la and added the other common Singlish phrases. For example, it’s mean which should be it means. Singlish is English as a second language, you could call it a dialect. Singlish mixes phrases directly translated from Mandarin, the majority language as the majority of the citizens are of Chinese extraction and Mandarin is the common Chinese language taught in schools and used for communication, although many speak other southern dialects such as Cantonese (language of Hong Kong) and Hokkien and Hakka.
Finally conclusion in both senses, end and lesson learned, the moral.

Revisions

Change verse one from tall green to peaceful.
Should it end I now know or now I know?
I now know adds to the surprise by putting the modifier now nearer the end. However, now I know is better rhythmically. 
On the other hand to change the rhythm at the end would emphasise the word now.
Just read it aloud and see what sounds most natural to you. 

Friday, March 25, 2016

Child Number Four by Angela Lansbury



I recall a former neighbour
I recall the good day we met
Because that day he said to me
Special words which I can't forget

He said, 'We've three grown-up children
Plus this surprise,' his next words lift:
'We thought our lives were quite complete
Until fate sent - an extra gift.'

-ends-
Copyright Angela Lansbury, March 23rd 2016.

Author's note: A conversation with a new friend in Singapore revealed the speaker had for children, two boys and a girl, all adults, plus another just out of earshot. The father used the word 'a surprise'. He then described how delighted he and his wife were with their (unplanned) fourth child.

It took a three or four second delay for me to register that the child who is a surprise (present tense) was a surprise (past tense, i.e., when born). The child was playing just out of earshot, and the word surprise might not have conveyed the same meaning to a child as it conveyed to an adult.

I reflected that one word can be neutral, negative or positive. I thought the perfect word for a 'surprise' would be gift, unexpected gift.

The word unexpected is four syllables and I could not cram it into an eight syllable line.The word gift, standing alone, is even more succinct and positive. In meetings of Toastmasters International we often speak about using succinct and positive words. Here is a good example of a word, gift, which conveys delight, to please the speaker, listener, and person described.

Angela Lansbury, poetry writer, author and speaker.

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Travellers Searching




Travellers Searching
by Angela Lansbury

I was always looking for another
I was searching for the perfect lover
Somebody else, that special somebody
But the secret of joy was down to me

My parents let me go said they were glad
I’d travel and see things they never had
Things were better when I wrote a letter
Only later I knew that they’d been sad

I thought that I had found the perfect lover
He said he’d leave his family for me
I promised I’d stay friends right to the end
But first I’d go home to my family

I knew my childhood home was the winner
I arrived just in time, one last dinner
My lover wasn’t cold but soon sick and old
My dreams of a new home were not to be

My childhood’s in this faded photograph
My parents are happy and we all laugh
I know that happiness is home all the while
So I smile at small children, wave and smile,

I sit contented in my rocking chair
I’m just happy to know carers are there
Work and the world’s riches don’t worry me
I’m happy with my friends and family..

Alternative ending
I chant, sing and rock endless in my chair
I gratefully grab carers who stand there
Work, rain and riches no longer knock me
My lottery win's friends and family.

-ends-
Copyright Angela Lansbury
2016 March 23rd

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The Truth by Angela Lansbury




The Truth
by Angela Lansbury

Now is the time
To tell the truth
To all my fans
And dearest friends

You see your life
Much more clearly
You join the dots
As your life ends

Dreams take me back
To my childhood
When I was small
I ould not see

Couldn’t answer
When they asked me
When you’re adult
What will you be?

I was silent
I wish I’d known
All I needed
A happy home

I left my home
I grew and grew
I searched the world
Stiil never knew

My parents died
Left me alone
Now all I want
Is home sweet home

Now is the time
To tell the truth
To all my fans
And dearest friends

All I need is
A table and chair
A bed, smart head 
And friends who care

I am so glad
When we all meet
That’s all I need
Then life is sweet

There are true friends
I can’t forget
Good souls like you
I’ve not yet met.
-ends-
Copyright Angela Lansbury, March 23 2016
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Saturday, January 30, 2016

Poem: The person at the bus stop Comic poem 3



When you've no friends and family
Who want to listen or talk to you
You only have to call on me
I love to talk - and listen, too

Like most people, I'm one of the few
Whose words flow from me, fast and free
I'll gladly tell you what to do
So any time, just call on me

Sometimes you don't want to confess
To those who'll say, "Oh not again!"
"I said before ..." - "Don't give me stress!"
You don't want to depress your friend.

You need someone who's on your side
Explains the other's point of view
From whom you do not need to hide
Who nods, agrees, and says, "That's true!"

Strangers at a bus stop will nod
And smile, be glad, rush to agree
Reply to prayers, faster than God
And ask no more than company

If every stranger is my friend
Although we have short time to stay
Are sorry when our chat must end
But long recall who made our day

Now you know who will take your part
Who'll sit beside or will stand
For sometimes all you need's a heart
Handshakes more than a helping hand

So when your friends and family
Are gone away, then call on me
When you have need of company
I need you, just as you need me.
-ends-
Angela Lansbury, travel writer, English teacher, speaker.
Copyright Angela Lansbury Jan 31st 2016.



Readers : you are welcome to pass on a couplet or a whole verse of this poem providing you include me as the author and please refer back to this site for the reader to read the entire poem. Thank you. I hope you have enjoyed my poem.