A couple of short ones today, the first one is a little poem to my grandfather who died when I was eight and whom I still miss every day.
The second one is about the word commence, and is self explanatory. If I had my way I would outlaw its use completely,
I miss you on those occasions
That mark our path through life
The turning points and celebrations;
But mostly when the clouds part
And I look up into the blue.
I have an intense dislike
For the word commence.
It’s full of pretence
And delusions of intelligence,
And people who use it
Are just the same;
They can’t start or begin anything,
They may only commence!