I hurt her feelings with a rhyme And she was only small I was a little flippant And she didn't like it at all. I only tried to show in words A pride I have for her But she threw them back at me As if it was a slur. Perhaps when you are seven You have principles, plain and straight And the world should take notice For next year, "I'll be eight". So to my wounded girl I say Do not be angry or sad For I think you are really wonderful Love you lots......Dad.
Tag: Words
The Pit
Standing on the edge of the pit
The one labelled seventy
Our sixties seem fine and we are
Striving to resist being sedentary.
The knees still work but ache
The eyes aren't what they were
The hearing is just acceptable
But the days rush by in a blur.
Daily it seems we are visited
By deeds and words from before
Flags of conscience pass our eyes
Like a malicious semaphore
Why did we say those words
Which made another soul cry
Or trample on the ideas of folk
Who couldn't stand eye to eye.
Perhaps now it is our duty
To help others to reach and climb
After all we have now been there
Won experience and done the time.
Let us all stand at the edge of the pit
Link arms, hold hands and laugh
Jump in! The next ten years could be
Like a warm and scented bath.
15th January 2013
Beams
I see bright beams escaping
Reaching for the ground,
Glorious beams of silver which
Escape the black surround.
These storm clouds which assemble
Gathering power in their midst
Can't stop these shafts from trying
To let the calm persist.
There's example here for people
When hope is out of sight
Within your hell and blackness
Seek the beams of light.
I was driving and the sky was lowering at me over the estuary. Quite suddenly the black clouds parted in several places and bright shafts of sunlight burst through and lit up the ground.
As I See Things 