Yesterday

Hold back for now this fresh dawn

Don’t begin the day so soon

There’s unfinished business from the one just gone

In my mind remains yesterday’s tune

 

Empty the dregs of earlier thoughts

Settle the still stirring dust

Silence the echoes of feelings now past

Before facing the day, as I must

Time to Watch A Rock Grow

Dashing, chasing, rushing about

Mental gymnastics, crushing doubt

Grabbing a bite, snatching some zzzs

Too much to do to be at ease

 

Never noticing colourful flowers

Or the passing of daylight hours

Missing the trill of a single song-bird

Passing scenes with beauty blurred

 

There has to be another way

Finding some pleasure in each day

By taking time, beginning to slow

Patiently watching a small rock grow

Taking Control (full version)

 

We’ll ignore them in the waiting room
And resist them on the bus
Intrusive calls and endless texts
Won’t be the boss of us

Social media is so compelling
But is this what’s to blame
If mums aren’t ‘there’ for children
And dads ignore them just the same

The mobile can be a lifeline
For work, a ‘must have’ tool
But it can take control of you
Moderation should be the rule

I’ve taught my phone a lesson;
That I’m the one in charge
YOU too can do it easily;
By letting yours discharge

The Grand National Horse Race

Today is the day of the English Grand National

I’m so excited, I can’t be rational

I’ll have a small wager, maybe two

Oh, what the heck, I’ll have a few

 

If my horse comes in I could win a lot

If several are placed I’ll make a pot

One thing I’d do with a sizable prize

Try out a new sports car, just for size

 

Then buy a new house, detached of course

Or maybe put my winnings on another horse

After all, once on a winning streak

I can give up work, as soon as next week