31. Looking back
Let me look back on the memories
Because the memories are all mine
No one can borrow or steal them
Nothing is erased by time.
‘Look to the future’ you tell me
But what lies ahead is unknown
What stretches behind is a neighbor
Shrunken, unspoken but mine.
At some far day in the future
All will be past and gone
All that is left are the memories
Of a love that we shared you and I.
32. The longer way
I’ll take the longer way
I’ll take the longer stay
I’ll avoid the short cut
Which could be life cut short.
Slow the bus, driver,
I’ll get off here
I’ll walk the rest
I’ll remove the stress.
Give me the slower way
Lead me the harder stay
Hold my hand in the rain
Release my arm in sun.
I yearn for the olden days
I do miss your golden ways
We both were younger
The days stretched longer.
I miss you now so terribly
Your image lasts a hundred years
We’re soon to be joined in
Unbroken sleep eternally.
33. I only have hope in my pocket
I’m happy to hope
It’s the most delicious thing
That things will improve
At tomorrow’s dawn the birds will sing.
I only have hope in my pocket
I have come only to serve
There is no limit to service
For the people we love.
To always remember we can
Improve on what we began
We can’t be sadly submissive
Or leave hope in bed as we rise.
With every new child
There’s a hope
A hope that that God renews
One child can change the world
‘Cause every new child can do....
Anything.
34. Dying –
I died a thousand times before today,
A hundred aches and pains instructed me,
So well prepared am I to face eternity,
Whatever that may be.
Death, perhaps, is nothing more
Than drifting into space,
Into nothingness
Where everything and everyone we loved is lost
Without a trace.
Or else pure light and ecstasy
For those who hoped and loved
And created their own destiny
In music and in harmony.
For death will surely come to everyone
As we quite politely ignore and live a lie,
We grasp each day like a drowning man,
Desperately.
Good luck and wisdom make us smaller
Our shadow shortens in every way
Our meals grow lighter
Our limbs grow thinner
Our sight starts failing
And our hearing fools us
A prelude to the final act.
No longer money means a thing
No hoarding silver now or then.
All that matters is the love we give
And receive from others on the way.
‘Fear not’ I heard him say
In silent churches and on stormy beaches;
We set sail at last, our final voyage
Into the reddened western skies,
At quiet sunset.
35. Better
There is no better time than now
There is no better place than here
There is no better soul than I
As far as I can see
Now, now is better far
Than then, then.
Here, here I’ll stay awhile
Than silly wandering.
And as for me, I’m wonderful
And as for you, you’re fine
At least to me and that’s what matters
Sitting by the sea while nodding sleepily.
36. Less is more
A poem with a single verse
Is all I can remember
For me there's nothing worse
Than stanzas never ending.
A line once learned in school
A constant friend, a lifelong tool.
The poetry that stays with me
Is just a line or three
Enough for me a simple thought
A prize for life once caught.
Keep the flipping poem small
Four neat lines should tell it all
In forty years from now
It's all you can recall.
Why did I mention it all?
Why didn't I stay stum?
Why did I blabber on?
I cannot quite recall!
Buy religion
If it helps…
Don’t bother
If it doesn’t.
God in the earth
God in the tree
God in the eye
In you and me.
With age
Comes a wisdom
And acceptance
Of what has been
And what will be.
37. We are the lucky bastards
We are the lucky bastards
And that I’ll say for starters
The fact you're hungry never
Is not because you're clever.
It's just because the stork that brought
Your little self without a thought
Could have just as easily arrived next door
Or to the lady on the upper floor.
It's all to do with Lady Luck
Who with a blindfold stuck
A pin that happened to be you
Let's just admit we've not a clue.
Forget this nonsense about hard work
Appraise the lad who cannot walk
Or see or touch or talk
Born with aids or polio.
If there is a God, he's long forgot
Mislaid the plan or lost the plot
Let's just be grateful and sincere
Thankful for the food and beer.
38. Nothing for granted
Things I took for granted
Are things I wanted
But never scarce
Were always there.
The water tap dripping
The uneaten meals
Food rotting in fridges
While half the world starving.
Should we bake a bigger cake
Or smaller slices make?
Are we ready, are we able
To live off crumbs from the table?
To live in convent silence
May seem to abandon sense
But nothing is more real
As the fight ‘tween good and evil.
39. Alive today!
It’s great to be alive today
It’s better than being dead
I say that as a patient
Who’s been in and out of sick beds.
The slender thread that keeps us
Is extremely thin and tiny
Just one percent here or there
And we’ve cashed our chips finally.
When you’ve woken from induced sleep
You count your toes and blessings
Life is never the same
Nothing can be taken for granted again.
You bless the doctor and kiss the nurse
Life is so exciting
Smells and colours no longer seem
Dull and uninviting!
40. If its ok with you
If its ok with you
I’ll lie awhile
Drink some sunshine
Daydream and smile
In my time
I’ve done a lot
I’ve spoken more
Now time to shut up.
I’ll take a break
From doing stuff
From scrabbling and such
I’ve had enough.
I’ll watch the sky
And scan the sea
Bye bye world
It’s only me
And me alone
Who joined this world quite naked
And only I can make this journey
Back to where it all began.
Arrived alone
Died alone
The story of Everyman
And every woman
The turnstile of life and death
Takes but one at a time.
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