My Princess
When she is gone no longer shines the sun,
When she is gone all colours seem to fade
When she is gone so disappears the fun
Of the life together we have made.
But when she returns, so does all the pleasure
Of the moments I have come to treasure.
by William Gordon Mallett

​I got my first computer in 1986. That was when I started playing with rhymes. My son by accident wiped the hard drive. That taught me to always make a hard copy of my musings. Since then I have played at my rhymes. I never thought I would get it printed. I got a new boss three years ago, and she encouraged me to take the plunge. If she had not been so positive, I probably would never of had the nerve to put it out there. I am still not confident that it is worth reading.