June 7, 2012

 

 

She always was quite different.

Her mind was so untamed.

From the womb she came screaming,

‘freedom’

Or, so her Mother claimed!

 

She always was so carefree.

Nothing really fazed her, ever.

She always had the solution.

In fact she was very clever.

 

She was on another planet,

to her normal fellow man.

She loved her moments of solitude,

which not many say they can.

 

You could never tie her down,

her heart, it was on loan.

She was generous to a fault,

but her time, it was her own.

 

I don’t know where she is now.

One day she just blew away.

But I’m better off for knowing her,

she makes me smile on a gloomy day.

 

 

 

 

I might be eighty five my child,

but in my heart I’m still twenty one.

It’s just my body that’s deteriorating,

as the years tick swiftly on.

 

 

 

June 6, 2012

 

 

He couldn’t see the wood for the trees,

he’d got in far too deep.

His life had become a jungle,

and at times he would sit and weep.

 

He couldn’t break from the monotony.

He was on a conveyor belt.

His ambitions had long since left him.

All he had was the hand life had dealt.

 

His family took him for granted

And swallowed up all he could earn.

He even contemplated suicide,

He didn’t know which way to turn.

 

In the end, one day he just walked off,

Sometime in the middle of May.

He took on a new identity,

and found a new life, far away.

 

 

 

 

That pot of gold

looks oh, so near.

But they don’t go in hospital

to die now – no fear!

 

Don’t count your chickens

until they are here.

She might have left it

to the Dogs Home, Dear!

 

 

 

 

 

 

The total complexity of marriage.

The unseen shackles that bind.

A lifetime sentence, after vows are exchanged,

We must be out of our minds!

 

 

 

 

‘Everything in moderation’,

our  Dad always said.

But he worked ‘til he was sixty five,

then promptly dropped down dead.

 

Now where’s the sense in that?

 

Just take this life steady,

and fit into the daily grind.

Don’t be over ambitious,

or indeed, overstretch your mind.

 

Now where’s the sense in that?

 

Just be Mister Average,

and follow the flock of sheep.

Tumble through life in wonderment,

as if you are half asleep.

 

Now where’s the sense in that?

 

Dare to wake up feeling different,

with blood running fast through your veins.

You can meet any challenge ahead,

if you’ll only take hold of the reins!

 

Now there is some sense in THAT !

 

 

 

Bags in sumptuous leather

Boots and shoes with a name.

All of them costing a fortune

Isn’t it a shame!

 

Clothes with famous labels

Out of date so soon,

Get put on the credit cards,

and for a moment we’re over the moon.

 

We all need retail therapy,

to prevent us going insane.

This fast track modern living

can sometimes be a pain.

 

 

 

May 31, 2012

 

 

He looked at she

She looked at he.

No words needed.

After so long together

they knew each other

inside out.

 

 

May 29, 2012

 

 

Nastiness forgotten.

Harmony restored.

The row that just erupted,

Is of no importance,

and best ignored.

 

 

 

 

I have a drawer full

of nothing at all.

I never go near it

from one year to the next.

When I do eventually open it,

I feel quite vexed,

and slam it shut

for a few years more.

What useless junk

it has in store!

 

 

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