Song's Don't Die

                                                 

I know not whether I’d live till Doom

    to see and touch each soul-

I know I stepped on the white waves

    gushing o’er the slippery stone.

I fall – that I’d, the day I don’t know

    But may come it late, so -

that I can see each face of future,

    in a little boat with oars to row.

And thus I’d rush down the slope

    of eternal life on Earth

As I care not what He has it -

    o’er our life and death.

I live, I die that time shall see,

   but I've my songs to live by -

As I know this, the songs I sing

    are eternal and ne’er die.

The Overgrown Cat

                                             
Bill, that's the name of my furry white cat,
Her actions make others say, "Look at that!"
But true to the cat spirit, does she belong;
Her days go by on another song;
I brought her young and really thin,
But soon she grew, to become a very big thing!
Food she ate, double the others,
And left my sofas in many tatters!
But still I loved her, loved her a lot...
'cause what she would become, I knew not!
Well, there's not much more to say,
Only that I see a furry white ball spending her days.