Out In The Mid-Day Sun

Some were there after WW2

Austerity was nothing new

Great Britain proud, but so weak

Hadn’t turned the other cheek

For more than one tough decade

Independence; much overplayed

Struggling both, at home and abroad

Separatism, seriously flawed

Political and economic grip

Lay in a hard-won partnership

‘Sick man of Europe’ would be no more

The UK climbed back off the floor

But was the final cost too great

For some in these islands state?

Ill-considered; this last ‘one man stand’

Sad cherished, misguided; my homeland

Where statesmen in our hour of need?

With sager counsel the mass to lead

A decrepit Mini; no shiny Rolls Royce

This ‘deal’ cannot be anyone’s choice

The Struggle to Understand

To raise and flatten mountains

To fill and dry up seas

To choose when each leaf lifts

On a softly stirring breeze

 

To mark the fleeting eons

Yet dictate a cell’s decay

To hold the world in orbit

Spinning to pass the day

 

Power wrought by nature

No conscience or regrets

Entropy increases

Obeying laws it sets

 

Is this universal

Across worlds we cannot see?

Begs another question

How can all this be?

Night Watchman

Entrances all locked and fast

Bolts checked around the back

Windows secured to the last

Holding, at bay, attack

 

Family safely stowed abed

Enjoying well-earned sleep

Though heavy hangs the weary head

The watch still his to keep

 

Guttering lamp gives meagre light

Cold gnaws and gathers round

Corner shadows hold close the night

Time passing without a sound

 

A few more rounds; he might then rest

Wolf kept safely from the door

Dawn’s rays reveal its sad bequest

His burden he’ll carry no more

One Day

One day I will be gone.

That is not a day I fear,

nor one I want others to feel sorrow or regret.

If, on that day, you think of me, do not regard the how or why;

but note, if you will, the when

Remember, if you can, any smiles and laughter,

not frowns and sadness

Mark any things done passing well;

not the failures

Those were my burden, one I no longer bear

Do not pick up any part of that; let it die with me.

Knowing you, in some measure,

you will have been a part of my life, and I am grateful for that.

Loving you, know that you made my life all the better to live,

and I love you the more for it, for all eternity

Go forward, then, positively;

live your own life as well as you can

Be happy and try to share that with others.