September 9, 2012

 

 

Some see it as an untimely hic-cup,

a blip, a diversion, a niggling pain.

Others see it as a lucky opportunity,

a rainbow, a chance to showcase and

attain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

He spent years sat on the Tube

in the midst of life, yet speaking

to no-one.

Now decades later, he sits in a

Care Home doing exactly the

same.

 

 

 

 

They were never destined to lie together.

Theirs was a friendship based on protection.

Had lust entered the frame, complications would

have arisen, forcing the dynamics to change.

 

 

 

 

The journey was exhilarating

and much better than the arrival.

For being there meant facing the

prospect of the departure, which

would come around far too quickly.

 

 

 

 

Hard times produce

creativity and thrift.

Awakening a survival

mechanism, that

 would otherwise be

left free to drift.

 

 

 

 

 

‘It won’t last’ they said.

‘You’re too young’ they said.

‘You haven’t had a life’ they said.

‘You’re all off your head’ she said

and with him – fled.

 

 

 

 

He made a blunder

He stole his thunder

Is it any wonder 

he was set asunder?

 

 

 

 

They married young,

a  family  followed.

It was tough at first,

they fought and hollered.

But with bitter pills and

hard times swallowed.

They battled through and

in love wallowed.

 

 

September 6, 2012

 

 

The triangle of destiny,

the percussion of life.

With it’s lightest of touches,

can scar like a knife.

 

 

 

 

 

Doing nothing isn’t advisable.

Something won’t just appear out of the blue.

The input you contribute will be immeasurable.

Go forth and develop pastures new.

 

 

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