June 6, 2012

 

 

‘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Out of date so soon,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!

 

 

 

 

The wanting

The yearning

The build up

The urgency

The happening

The relief

The sleep

 

 

 

 

Forgive me darling

for not being perfect.

I’m only human,

after all.

I try to attend to

your every need.

But off my pedestal,

sometimes, I fall.

 

 

 

 

He turned to me in bed today,

and said those three little words

that he says every weekend,

whatever the weather, come what may.

Even before I’d opened my eyes

I could feel his intense glance.

‘Got any bacon?’ he uttered,

as I came out of my sleeping trance.

 

 

May 28, 2012

 

 

When it comes to chairs, he’s sat in them all,

Even the one in the corner, against the wall.

 

He doesn’t like the one nearest to the telly,

It gives him cramp and his foot turns to jelly.

 

The one in the window really cricks his neck

And when he stands up he shouts ‘Oh Heck’

 

Even on the sofa he has some moans,

As it wasn’t made for his tired old bones.

 

He’s tried the rocker, by the back the door.

But he fell asleep and slid onto the floor.

 

The old recliner, has safety wings,

But this plays havoc with his private ‘things’

 

The dining chair he finds too erect,

One hasn’t been made that he finds perfect

 

Every time he sits down to read the paper,

He springs up again, two seconds later.

 

This chair tester baffles his wife, it’s true,

That’s why she’s bought a tube of super glue.

 

 

 

 

 

The pain will never go away,

But his memory we still hold dear.

And when we pause to think of him,

He seems so very near.

 

It was a joy to know him,

Though briefly, he did stay.

He’s still a part of our family,

And will always remain that way.

 

His smile was easy – I can see it now,

So clear, in my minds eye.

I live each day with one regret,

That we never said Goodbye.

 

 

 

 

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