I remember your blue raincoat
(the one that still drips down my coridor)
The one you hanged on the rail
and never wore again
Your raincoat still hands there my love
no one will ever try and remove it dear.
Your song still lingers througe my dreams
and nothing is where it should be.
Your pipe lies hidden in the cubbord
still in the astray amist the ash.
Your comb in the rose wood draw
weafed with you silvergray hair.
What can I tell you, how can I say it,
A loss will never been comforting
We are all here on borrowed time,
the end is never planned.
But the bed still bares the same gray linnen
your shoes awaits your feet before the bed
The rain still falls and falls my love
they are forever waiting for your return.
In South Africa today security plays a vital part in any business or private home. This book and the volumes to follow, will guide you step by step through the essential precautionary measures to be taken in protecting your family and valuables. From employing security guards, evacuation of your site and security measures to burglar bars and alarms in your private home.
a Book compiled by me from experience gained after 10 years in the security industry as Industrial relations officer with Nosa qualifications, 1st Aid, fire protection and also S.O.B. grade A.
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