New Year

Have a new heart pilgrim to be.
Even a thimble will empty the ocean if you persevere in your desire and have the courage to see a challenge through.
Nothing is impossible except the circumstance of birth and time of your death.
In between...you can go forth and live the best life you can.

If Santiago's Roads call to you? Then answer.
Off you go Pilgrim

Every day we open our eyes somewhere twist Heaven and Hell

Everyday Saints
Ordinary 'plaints and deft feints to the ills of man

The original saints with tales of woe
Twice as hard a row to how
But what of us a struggle to thrive
Is it no less toil to be left alive

Or so it seems.

To the gates we both charge
Heaven or hell to enlarge
We wonder at who is in charge of it all

So atramping we go
Our habits bestowed of grime,grit and toil
Our joints they need oil
Our socks need to boil
Is it all worth the coil...round in our heads we go
Did the Saints or Sinners not know
The geiss they bestowed to us so far below

Everyday Saints
Made of quality paints
Ohh Facade of suffering fools
Of blisters and paracetamol
Ime sure from above they seenitol

Leather and lace off on the pace
For the call of a far away place
The clock crows at dawn and were off
Everyday sinners..of tales we are spinners and of the taste of dust
Or we all turn to rust...
To do or not we must.

Everyday Saints full of complaints
Did the Martyrs do it like this
To Santiago we go
Face all aglow
With our Hope's and our dreams we go....