Father?

I once thought the father I had was my only father, until mother found another and then, I found, the first father wasn't really my father, but another, another was with mother but not the father of my brother or the others, another, another was my father.

True Story Brah.


*Wipes Tears*

I might

I might not ever get a gold medal,

I might not ever fly to the moon,

I might not ever find the cure for cancer,

I might not ever be on the cover of a magazine,

I might not ever hold that special someone,

I might not ever win the lottery,

I might not ever see my children's children,

I might not ever do anything with my life,

I might let someone else have the chance,

I might make a difference,

I might be a hero,


I can give blood.

Perhaps you think you might not have the money or the smarts to make a difference on the grand scale of things, perhaps you don't have the effort inside to get up and get a job to better your life or the lives of those around you.

Perhaps you enjoy doing nothing, but at least for once give your life some purpose... do something.

Regardless of these facts, there is one thing within you that is in ample supply and can do more good than you can ever imagine.

Take a day out of your routine to help make a difference to someone, anyone.

Find out more at:

www.blood.co.uk

Once Upon A Time.

I've seen these words before, once upon a time.

Perhaps not written in the same way, a different message each time, but familiar all the same

Regurgitated, Rejigged, Repurposed, Recycled.

But always the same words, just from another mouth, another pen, another key.

With bright curious eyes I've read them from a book, heard them echoed off the walls, from the preacher back at me.

Words encumber our surroundings, leaking from our heads, saturating the world, they make us stop and stare with a bleary-eyed glare

Some take these words for gospel, some give them little time nor care.

With so many things being said, being written, being forced into our eyes

It's hard to summarise the truth from the lies.

At least I can say for now, these words are mine.

But who's to say they wont be another's, once upon a time.

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I wanted to write something, I don't know why.. I just wanted to fill a gap, a void, my time!