As sure as night follows day. C. J. Black.

On this bleak November night while sitting by the fire
I wondered perhaps if I might be the next person to expire
Is it not a subject I contemplate all that much about?
But the inevitable will come to pass of that there is no doubt.

I have no fear of dying I can tell you that for certain
We will all at some point leave this stage when they draw the final curtain
This is not meant to be a morbid poem – it is a fact of life
Enjoy life as best you can – causing little strife.

Remember this at all times we were all born to die
There is great reward in being truthful – damnation in a lie
Smile and the world smiles with you, cry and you cry alone
Whenever you are feeling down – remember that friend at the other end of the telephone.
C. J. Black∁β 13/11/2013 20:11:53

Golf of course. C. J. Black

By C. J. Black.

I tried to play 18 holes today
But I might as well tried play cricket
Why is that I hear you say
Because I couldn’t put a ball into a hole – I hit what you might call a sticky wicket.

I went out with aspirations of scoring a low round
But instead of hitting pinging shots – I mostly hit the ground
Nothing as frustrating, especially when your playing partner can do no wrong
All you can see are dark clouds as he sings his merry song.

I can’t even start to imagine how Rory McIlroy is now feeling
With those multi millions in the bank – his head must just be reeling
Let us hope he gets it together real soon and gets back to his winning ways
As for me – I’d be happy with a crazy golf win – (sings) Oh Happy Days, Oh Happy Days.

C. J. Black∁β
13/11/2013 19:31:42