A PIECE OF HOLEY CHEESE
I’m a saint in waiting
Yearning to be good
Yet I’m flawed
Far more than holey cheese
They say I have no mercy
Oh, how true!
I can’t abide
The flakey chocolate people.
Yet when teardrops fall
Like rain
From another’s eyes
I quickly lend my shoulder.
I have my pride
It’s like an oak tree strong.
As a soldier, ram rod stiff
It marches me along
Unbending.
Humility’s a stranger from afar
Another’s feet will never tread
Across my body or my soul
I’ll never be another’s lackey
That vision of a saintly me
Is mouldering in the refuse can,
Because I’m just a piece holey of cheese.
However hard I try,
I can never plug the holes
Ó Gwen Leane
I’m a saint in waiting
Yearning to be good
Yet I’m flawed
Far more than holey cheese
They say I have no mercy
Oh, how true!
I can’t abide
The flakey chocolate people.
Yet when teardrops fall
Like rain
From another’s eyes
I quickly lend my shoulder.
I have my pride
It’s like an oak tree strong.
As a soldier, ram rod stiff
It marches me along
Unbending.
Humility’s a stranger from afar
Another’s feet will never tread
Across my body or my soul
I’ll never be another’s lackey
That vision of a saintly me
Is mouldering in the refuse can,
Because I’m just a piece holey of cheese.
However hard I try,
I can never plug the holes
Ó Gwen Leane
Like a river, time flows by
There to lie
In history’s lake
Like sediment it settles
Awaiting to be fished
From the depths of memory
To be revisited
And times recalled
Both sad and glad
Finally, to be let go
And left to rot and be forgot
By another generation.
Gwenneth Leane
Like a river, time flows by
There to lie
In history’s lake
Like sediment it settles
Awaiting to be fished
From the depths of memory
To be revisited
And times recalled
Both sad and glad
Finally, to be let go
And left to rot and be forgot
By another generation.
Gwenneth Leane