Quiet and unassuming was he But with a very high intellect Computations went on behind the eyes At a rate you would never suspect. Partially deaf and short sighted too Yet he swam in big pools of commerce He never gave in to self pity but Accepted that things could be far worse. He was the man to go to for solace or wisdom And was game to join with a crazy plan Even risking his own wealth sometimes He was the very best kind of man. So goodbye good friend and wise councillor I am sorry you had to go Rest easily knowing you have done well And were a man I was fortunate to know. RIP Barry 1933-2022
Tag: Plan
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.
Non-Stop Anguish
It's been a year since he went and Rare is the day he doesn't come to mind We wonder if we could have done more But would vet heroics have been kind? It's best to believe that there is a plan With pre-set lights that blink on When the beast or person is due to leave And it's been planned all along. We should not stress the moment Of what to do when those lights are lit Get an ease of mind that tells us There is nothing you can do about it.
Why Worry
We worry far too often
About climate change and such
About family, work, war and cash
We worry far too much.
Is it why we are put here
And is there a special plan
For us to tend the garden
For some coming omnipotent man?
There has to be a purpose
In our daily thrash around
Why we till and turn the same patch
of already seeded ground.
If only we could foster
The sense to turn and play
And fight the over-riding drive
to meet our troubles halfway.
16th February 2014
As I See Things 