Well, here it is, now looming large
an age beyond my belief
I had always expected my time here
would actually be quite brief.
Around fifty would be right I thought
who on earth needs more?
With greying hair and shorter breaths
and ready for the heavenly tour.
But fate decreed I'd do quite well
in the lottery of life
and I kept on taking forward strides
breasting challenges and strife.
Good luck and fortune 'dogged' me
throughout those golden years
I enjoyed some love and friendship and
the respect of competing peers.
But alas when you approach the mountain top
the heart is a watching sentry
the clearest views are now behind
and hindsight is 20/20.
Tag: Time
Blackwater Men
Where muddy waters flow Where only grasses grow Still roam the souls you know Of Blackwater Men. Blackwater Men will never fade away They still return on two tides every day They come and walk again To view their past domain It's where their bones are lain These Blackwater Men. Long, long these souls will haunt the salty shore Until the time when there's a world no more Then these past men will ride On one last foaming tide To heaven and there reside as Blackwater Men. We who live are richer by far Because they went before And trod the paths of time They ploughed, they fought, they prayed And gave the place some meaning. So now as we follow Let us bless these people Who made the river work and Sowed the seeds of life Which we take with us each day And so we join and say Amen. October 2000 The above may not seem to flow well but it was written to be set to music. This has been done by Clive Smith of South Woodham Ferrers and is a choral work within a suite.
Carol of Hope
It's that time of the year again
When our hearts fill with cheer again.
Across all the lands
Nations could join hands,
Now it's that time of year again.
Just think how good it would be
If the world joined with you and me;
With our differences gone
We could move the world on,
Now it's that time of year again.
You can say that it's only a feast,
And pointless to man or beast;
But this Christmas we might
Put some old evils right,
As it's that time of year again.
Be you Christian, Muslim or Jew,
We share the planet with you,
So let's make amends,
Let us all be friends
Now it's that time of year again.
Time
Old clocks have within them
a cog and a dropping pawl
each click of this assembly
measures time and counts it all.
While the clock rarely varies
and keeps our time on track
the pace of our earlier lives
seems faster looking back.
Our first school, kiss or job
such moments of agony gone
we learnt to ride life's waves
and to go forward, moving on.
And still the clocks keep ticking
as another year goes by
we study, work, marry, while
jealous time wasters don't try.
Some build cathedrals to work
buying homes and keeping fed
now after years of hard toil
can't enter that place without dread.
Time can make work seem pointless
as the sands in the glass run low
perhaps a seat in the sun is better
letting stress and the worries go.
Tick...….
12th January 2013
As I See Things 