Time Machine

By Christopher Bernard Lidstone

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I’m glad to be on my own

In this tiny room alone

Where no one will bother me

Here in Hell’s sanctuary

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Everyday and night alone

No TV, no telephone

No friendly faces here to see

Just my pen and memories

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Where will the pen take me tonight

Somewhere far or just in sight

It travels distance and time too

It’s the only way to get to you

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We had so few times sad

And you know I’m never mad

So I’ll find a happy place

And fly this pen through time and space

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Now to make my travel plans

Back in time to Newfoundland

There are so many things to do

So much time there spent with you

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I remember this one time

It really stands out in my mind

The day you stood in front of me

And said, “I’m having your baby”

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I wanted everyone to know

And notes my angel’s special glow

I told everyone I could

Everyone in Botwood

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I was so proud of you

And you were proud of yourself too

So that’s where I’ll go tonight

I’ll get in bed and turn the light

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And with luck that’s where I’ll stay

I have no wish to see the day

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08-05-01

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Someday Forever

By Christopher Bernard Lidstone

Written in memory of Leena Cumming

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I don’t think I believe

There was a plan for her to leave

For if I did I would know

Exactly where the blame would go

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Our destinies are our own

In this sea of life we’re thrown

Where dangers face us everyday

In obvious and hidden ways

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But I believe the toil and strife

Is only in this human life

The energy we call our soul

Will still be young when we get old

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And all the energy that’s mine

Will someday seek the same kind

And on that plane I know I’ll see

That precious life taken from me

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28-03-09

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All I Have

By Christopher Bernard Lidstone

Sometimes I wake and wonder why

Then realize I sleep and cry

My eyes are swollen, my pillow wet

Awake or sleeping I can’t forget

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Does she ever think of me

Or wonder if she’ll ever see

The man she left without a word

The one that lived his life for her

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I wish I could forget her now

But she means so much I don’t know how

How do you forget your one true love

When that’s all your life consisted of

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Everyday far or near

I would touch her hand or ear

Just to have her next to me

Or swear my love undyingly

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How I’d love to hear her voice

Or kiss those lips, so warm, so moist

My angel, my princess for so many years

All that is left is my pillow of tears

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08-05-01