It's morning, morning, morning And dawning, dawning, dawning I'm yawning, yawning, yawning I have to go. To work, work, work Can't shirk, shirk, shirk What a berk, berk, berk I can't escape. Rather play, play, play All day, day, day No way, way, way I need money. For life, life, life Kids and wife, wife, wife Such strife, strife, strife I'm redundant.
Tag: Life
The Older Dad
I won't always be around, my son to watch and see you grow, to help guide your forward march and be your 'steady' as you go. For I am an old dad, my son and may be gone before your star rises to its undoubted potential and you collect life's waiting prizes. I am sometimes sad my son for how much of your life I'll miss but to know you this far would be any dad's greatest wish. Year 2000
Try to Duck
You do your best you do your time a member of mankind straight down the line getting ready to enjoy life's plan then someone somewhere starts the fan...... Lumps as big as bricks fly in What have I done? What is my sin? As the brown stuff sticks to your last shirt the taxman strains and adds a squirt. You work to make your plight seem better then behold there comes a further letter just as you thought you were hassle free you've underpaid your VAT. As if such disasters are not enough your family can make it really rough you've just got square and it was hard now a wedding goes on your credit card. The nest is empty, just you and gran each day drink wine or open a can but comes a duty you cannot shirk to mind the grandkids so mum can work. Some pains in the chest now - just a few but angina comes as a relief to you for distracting pain means one avoids the annoying itch of haemorrhoids. Then prostrate trouble, the time has come to have a doctor's fist rammed up your bum. Surgery and pills follow but you stay placid but find friend Willy now stays flaccid. In hospital now - the last resort no chips, no booze, no sex, no sport it's heaven time, no more escapes About now the angels pinch your grapes.
Here and Now
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.
Brain Storm
A clever lady with a ready smile Will always stop and chat a while But behind the eyes something unsaid I'm not well; I've got cancer in my head. She carries on her life each day Rolls with life's waves easy sway But now finds it hard to leave her bed Because she has cancer in her head. No angry words and no "why me"? With gritted teeth she shuns pity She accepts her path of life has led To getting cancer in her head. She went the way she wanted to No fuss, no rage, no pain Just named on a bench on her favourite trail Which she won't walk again.
Daniel
A little lad I never knew Born to a life of hell This busy fat world just went on And the watchers did not tell. You were starved of love And rifled bins for food Your own mother broke your arm Then silenced you for good. Did no one see the bruises? Or note your half age weight? You were tortured daily but It was noticed when far too late. Oh my heavens how I weep For it always is the same You lived - you died - we never met But I feel I am to blame. Daniel Pelka, died March 2012, aged 4
Frank
Always ready to help a friend With a hand upon the shoulder A daft mistake took your life And stopped you getting older.
Passing the Curlew
May I hear the Curlew as I pass away?
It's been part of my life for so long.
The nesting chortling on the marshes
has become my favourite song.
If I sit still on the seawall
as the sun fades away to the west.
The bustle across the mud and beach
is the sound that I love best.
Because the Curlew endures so
and will always remain
I know their cries will reverberate
within my dying brain.
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.
My Friend the River
From the wide mouth of the Estuary To the stream beyond the road Flow the waters of my river Muddy, salt and cold. A rebirth occurs twice daily Through all the seasons weeks With recharging of the Marshes And new filling of the creeks. Its spawned life along its banks With folk of special breeds Who learned to fish and farm there To provide for tribal needs There's constancy, which comforts And always lets me know That whatever happens in my world The river will ebb and flow.
As I See Things 