On Reflection

reflections on

If I had died you would not care

Or ever thought to see me there

You are that disolute and bad

How sad How sad

When life is given

And love secure

For a touch of Heaven

Consern and compassion to indure

In all this field of flowers

Come Tares

Amongst the tangled bowers

You bring care

And soil the Earth with evil stains

Of your presence in these plains

You are that disolute and bad

Your cruelity and crime so Mad.

Judi Donnelly
copyright 2007

Found in the trunk with stuff from calif must be around 1966