We must enjoy the future The times we have had have gone There's more life behind us now Than is left as we go on. The only reason to be alive Is to make the good times last Just look forward to more happiness And not be a hostage to the past. We got things wrong sometimes But we survived and got to here We sorted the bad bits from the good And know what to cherish or fear. So enjoy every little thing you do Savor the moments as they arise Smell the flowers and hear the birds Accept that life is a beautiful prize.
Tag: Fear
Standing on our Own Feet
Let's try and fool the angels And take the promise of heaven in our stride By good example negate all religions And cast our differences aside. The cancer you get is your own And the babies die because of us Kneel if you think someone listens Beyond the incense and ceremonial fuss. In the end there's just us people We come and we go alone The facts speak amply for themselves But in fear we invent an unknown. So let's all try and fool the angels Stop the wars, take the hungry and feed them We could do it alone you know - And could tell the angels we don't need them.
In Praise of the Brave
To go forward without thinking To rush in where angels fear to tread To face danger without blinking Knowing you may live or perhaps lie dead. To take true love as your benchmark And use it well to define your life Treat all adversity as just a lark And build new dreams from strife Oh the many hopes and dreams Of courageous men and women Who don't falter in life's streams But doggedly keep on swimming. Who for the noble cause of right Subjugate the normal human yearning They bear to stand, cold, in the night And watch their bridges burning.
Holy Land Travels by an Old Lady
She had had a rough life, this lady been left high and dry by an untimely death she had concentrated on raising her boy and would do so until her last breath. Low expectations were her norm, just a work life and her small rented home. Holidays were a great rarity and there was never a chance to roam. She had a faith but hidden deeply the chapel fed her God's love with fear and her eyes closed in prayer by the radio at Remembrance Day Service each year. Then her son, now grown, and wealthy took her to Israel and then Rome, she trod the stations of the cross and saw the Pope go by on his throne. Of all she had seen and experienced in a life that turned out so tough, the visits to these holy cities she said, blest her life just enough.
As I See Things 