Seventy years of knowledge,
so many things you've seen.
Born and raised in the United Kingdom,
God save the Queen!

Life has left you many questions,
answers not always easy to find.
Keep enduring the dreams at night,
have faith even though proof you can't find.

Enduring the sale of Religion
and of course the memory of Jean.
Climbing the proverbial mountains of life,
to the Gods, how funny we must seem.

Armageddon has come and gone,
time's clock is counting down our time.
We wait for the missiles in the afternoon.
Grander visions of the sublime.

All seems lost when love has gone,
hearts drifting in a swapping game.
In the beginning God gave us life,
in the end, what will remain?

Visions of grandeur, memories of you,
dark corners inside my head.
The ghosts who inhabit my private hell,
hold back the rules till I am dead.

Man polluted the land and the oceans,
War has soaked the ground in red.
A headlong dive, to stay alive,
feeling helpless against the winds ahead.

Yet words alone can't tell the story,
your memories will fill in the rest.
When your journey finally comes to an end,
I know God will think you passed the test!


Brian Dickenson has become a muse for me. His ability to write encourages me to try harder. His visions create a desire in me to write new works. I consider him a good friend.