Why don’t you download a free Dictionary app from the App Store, Rachel 
tuts
How rude !!!
I am only using this iPad because my iMac needed a new hard drive.
All life will be back on track very soon :shock: … or possibly not, we shall see 
Does this indicate that my poem was not up to scratch ? :surprised:
shuffles off to bed
could you put that to rhyme Mags?
Wasting Life!
So, here we are once again, contemplated stuff
Now, don’t go running off in huff
As this applies to you and me
No-one is excused you see
Idle Time is the Devil’s Playground
Why do so - it is just once around
Yet, here am I - and you probably
Wasting time, wasting life usually
Do you wonder about people who achieve?
Do you not realise they will not grieve
When the ferry man beckons them on
Yet, I will - a reluctant pawn
So, I speak to you and me - entreat
That we do things, move our feet
To take us to where an interest lies
Before one of us stagnates and dies
I like that one Markyboy.
I have my moments .
Live Forever And A Day!
Just been told I will live forever
Immortality means I will die - never
Am I happy about this momentous news?
Or should I consider paying my dues?
Well, lets consider this, here in the light of day
To live forever - come what may?
Sounds perfect - who wouldn’t want that?
But, lets ponder a while and chat
I’m bored now having tried so many things
Seeking I am stuff that will make my heart sing
Get me up in the morning wanting far more
But no, I just stare at the TV - may as well be the floor
No, unless you can find stuff to make your blood flow
You might as well wave goodbye - go
To whatever is beyond the pale
To live forever is agonizing jail
Er … not considering topping myself so don’t worry. I just need to get off my fat arse and develop a new interest is all 
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Life is here for us to use
Why ? we know not but must we abuse
what we’ve been taught … the programming of youth ?
Yes, we must find our way at last
and finally rid us of our past
Ok off you jolly well toodle pip and we’ll follow you in a jiff?
So, I finally see the light
No sod gives a damn beyond what is in sight
Remembrance so short lived It makes your utterances a complete joke
At the end of the day (a short one) it only matters if you are poked
The above?
Just play your game as yours and mine will be over before you realise it.
I must admit I do prefer Shakespeares version…
… Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Macbeth Act 5 Scene 5
I can see Shakespeare would be a welcomed friend.
But … should we read more or write from the heart more?
Heart wins for sure.
Your light may be another’s darkness…
Remembrance can be eternal ,
At the end of the day that which matters it is in your hands…
A Man’s A Man For A’ That… Robert Burns.
Is there for honest Poverty
That hings his head, an’ a’ that;
The coward slave-we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a’ that!
For a’ that, an’ a’ that.
Our toils obscure an’ a’ that,
The rank is but the guinea’s stamp,
The Man’s the gowd for a’ that.
What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, an’ a that;
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine;
A Man’s a Man for a’ that:
For a’ that, and a’ that,
Their tinsel show, an’ a’ that;
The honest man, tho’ e’er sae poor,
Is king o’ men for a’ that.
Ye see yon birkie, ca’d a lord,
Wha struts, an’ stares, an’ a’ that;
Tho’ hundreds worship at his word,
He’s but a coof for a’ that:
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
His ribband, star, an’ a’ that:
The man o’ independent mind
He looks an’ laughs at a’ that.
A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, an’ a’ that;
But an honest man’s abon his might,
Gude faith, he maunna fa’ that!
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
Their dignities an’ a’ that;
The pith o’ sense, an’ pride o’ worth,
Are higher rank than a’ that.
Then let us pray that come it may,
(As come it will for a’ that,)
That Sense and Worth, o’er a’ the earth,
Shall bear the gree, an’ a’ that.
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
It’s coming yet for a’ that,
That Man to Man, the world o’er,
Shall brothers be for a’ that.
see what ye’ve done naw Markey lad - opened the gates of Hell?
What the hell was I on about last night?
As you can see I got HAMMERED!
I’ve been good for ages but fell off the wagon once again. The reason? Well, I went for a long cycle ride and got thirsty. That is all it takes to start me off apparently.
Vitamin C and black coffee for me
Those have been recommended you see
To combat the sickness throughout my very being
Lesson learned but arrogance stops me seeing
The solution, which is quite a simple one really:
I am no longer a sportsman - just a normal person - just merely
As normal as all around me - most people I meet
Just another average Joe you can meet in any street
My head …
WHERE ARE MY GLASSES?
Well, I had em on my ed last night
But can’t find em anywhere, and that can’t be right
I never left the house you see
It just plain baffles me
I’ve looked here, there and everywhere
In places obscure and rare
But they ain’t there!
So where the hell are they?
The Wagon
I’ve been on it a few times or more
But I’ve fallen again on the floor
Can anyone help; can’t do it myself
Us piss artists are always a bore
The wagon keeps coming around
And I’ve hopped on it feeling quite sound
And just when I’m steady; the driver calls ready
And I think it’s the barmans first call!
So I’ve fallen off wagon again
Some say it’s a terrible sin
But I pick myself up, head for the “old Duck”
And drown all my sorrows in gin!
My ed!
My head is hurting once again
Between the eyes comes the pain
Caused by the evul drink
Hangover is such a stink
A glass of milk is what you need ,
It won’t cause a headache so is must be best ,
Bathe in it too, it will put hairs upon your chest 