Third step to Madness.
Confusion contusion,
Arms caught in the door,
Fingers stuck in the floor,
“I’m homeless and it’s war!”
We didn’t get old with the band of gold,
Not to the end, my first friend.
Turtle dove, My first love
Military Hardship, my correction,
No direction,
No reflection.
You left too soon.
I wanted to see you in a state of grace,
Three boys standing at the altered place.
Renewing, Re-vowing,
Loving and bowing.
But you left too soon!
Too soon!
Me to, Soon.
Timor Mortis Conturbat Me.
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I have been a teacher all my life. That doesn't just mean in School! I taught my brothers to ride bikes and go camping in the mountains. I taught Football, Cricket, Squash, Sailing, Climbing and Karate. In BNI I became the Education Coordinator. With my Property Business I laid on Investment Seminars. I taught my sons to Fish for Carp. And I still teach Maths and Physics to students who want to go to University to study Medicine or Engineering. Now I am teaching people the things I am learning online.
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