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: Work
A Mother and New York
A one parent boy left with his Mum By a Dad who never wanted to go With much financial upheaval Where the standard answer was no! Later he knew that against the odds She had nurtured him with warm feelings Passed on honesty and unease in equal parts As war bombs had left more than cracked ceilings. Twenty years on and the world has changed When enthusiasm means more than a degree With seven day working while still in his teens He started his own firm and was boss free. Life intrudes and the company must go But he has talent others thought worth buying Now shaking important hands at foreign meets He becomes used to first class flying. New York was where he always felt close To his Mother from yester year To look upwards at the churches to wealth And know he had earned his right to be here. To be in this money Mecca And recall from where he had come He knew it was only made happen By the love he had had from his Mum.
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
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