Only the brave or foolish offer opinions
Like beliefs, they are best kept to oneself;
Even when asked about them
No purpose is served by sharing them
They find merit only with those of like mind;
Who do not need convincing
For all others, they invite challenge to some orthodoxy
Sleeping dogs, best left to lie
In the midday sun!
One must without informed denial
Recognise the fact
Lips that kiss with willing smile
Transcend the simple act
Though species have inbuilt desires
For furtherance of their genes
That called love the more requires
Some substance of our dreams
“What wealth have you”, the magnate sneered, “For coin I can spare but few”.
“Of things you covet”, the beggar replied, ” ‘Tis true I have little of it”.
“But of the soul, I do believe, I have plenty where you have a hole”.
If we could right the myriad wrongs
Turn canon fire to peaceful songs
Bring happiness with each new dawn
Sow barren lands with bountiful corn
Calm stormy winds and heavy seas
Get evil men to try to please
Bring tolerance and common love
And more also you might think of
If only these, you or I could
Then surely…… we would?
Today’s date is made of numbers
Though not traced to a true Day 1
Did time begin with the first Big Bang?
Or the lighting of our sun?
Did our own clocks start with a birthday?
Or nine months before in the womb?
While Earth spins and marks days passing
Tick-tock, toward the tomb
Every second left us is precious
Wanting neither good nor ill
A fragment of a lifetime
To be bent to serve one’s will
When troubles hang about the shoulders
Weighing down like heavy boulders
Think then of some better days
When life and fate led other ways
Ahead, your road has twists and turns
But not all are bad for one who learns
There’s always chance to change direction
With careful thought and more reflection
Every life has ups and downs
Each their share of smiles and frowns
Look to yourself, no other’s load
To seek and find the happy road
Who can, with lens of sincere mind
Deny wrongdoing in their lives?
Were that all could ever be kind
No erring in our archives
Some set out with clear intent
To bring about the mischief
Most do not have that wicked bent
But still bring others grief
For those who wear that latter hat
Then learn what others see
Time gnaws at conscience as a rat
Dining on misery