Gee : Writing

My final breath, a sigh

My final breath, a sigh

A Poem by Gee


Accepting the inevitable
At gathered pace our passing lives.

At gathered pace our passing lives.

A Poem by Gee


How quickly life seems to pass us by.
Late in springtime

Late in springtime

A Poem by Gee


As life draws to an end.....
A Red Waistcoat And Green Fingers

A Red Waistcoat And Green Fingers

A Poem by Gee


Hide and seek on an allotment
'Tis our fate.......

'Tis our fate.......

A Poem by Gee


And then we are no more,dead and buried
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Autumnal Confetti

Autumnal Confetti

A Poem by Gee


A seasons change.
When death is closer than home..."It's a long way to Tipperary"

When death is closer than home..."It's a long way ..

A Poem by Gee


Each knew his fate... With the 11th of the 11th looming time to give this oldie an airing
A Widows Request

A Widows Request

A Poem by Gee


So many find it so hard to be around the newly bereaved.
Sunday Mornings

Sunday Mornings

A Poem by Gee


An overview of a typical Sunday morning
The Preacher Man

The Preacher Man

A Poem by Gee


Trying to convert the sceptical youth.