Choices

Which sea denies the pull of the moon?

What puppet dances to its own tune?

A barbed and chastening valentine

No choice at all; the fault’s all mine

Could do better, the report card says

But how to change one’s errant ways?

Alas, some choices can’t be mended

Outcome’s not as was intended.

Each act’s curtain draws to a close

Why it matters, none other knows

Brexit Impasse

Just how crazy can it get?

This cruelly wasted chance

No clear way forward emerging yet

We’re being led a merry dance

 

‘Leaders’ push, pull, point, all in vain

They’re facing different ways

Concerned only, it seems, for political gain

Yet running out of days

 

Decision referred to a people’s vote

Then lurching to a general election

This circus must have seemed remote

All oblivious to sure EU rejection

 

Cometh the hour, cometh the man?

With courage to grasp the nettle?

A will-do attitude, not ‘no-can’

A LEADER who has some mettle

 

But no one out there seems up to the job

They’re letting the UK down

I’ve wasted two votes and want to sob

Was it me who was the clown?

Reflections by a Window

See, the world is still out there

Beyond the glass and frame

Lit by sun that breaks in here

Warming me the same

 

Sky shimmers in summer heat

Birds dash about for food

I rest on the window seat

In melancholy mood

 

I ponder on the happy scene

Of plants and living things

Wondering what it all means

And envy birds their wings

Sharing Caring

With those you love, for whom you care

Time dictates you have to share

You will not always have control

For others claim some of this role

 

Your precious child’s first day at school

Falls subject to new pastoral rule

Years later on, at summer camp

First night away, your insides cramp

 

Teenager off, on their first date

You set a time; pray they’re not late

The pilots of a loved one’s flight

You only hope they get it right

 

Let  interviews, of course be gentle

Wisdom to see his/her potential

Surgeon too, with razor knife

Governs fate of child or wife

 

A wedding ushers a new phase in

Your child has another next of kin

Every care you now can share

Someone else is always there

A Waste

Oh dear, look over there

It’s very clear, even from here

Plump young mum, another on the way

Buggy-shoving through a brand-new day

 

Can’t you tell, even at a glance

Little Errol stands littler chance

Tied securely in his prison pram

Tired, exhausted, silent as a lamb

 

His cream cake crumbles on Greggs shop floor

Mam chats and smokes outside the door

Sister Cheryl runs wildly about

Ignoring Mam’s frantic shout

 

Non-working class; must it be like this?

Mired in a morass; existence no bliss

Minx Cheryl and timorous young Errol Smith

One in Mam’s tummy will be the fifth

 

Social workers don’t know what to do

Politicians haven’t even a clue

Proudly espousing ‘each child counts’

We’re investing money, look at the amounts!

 

But cash alone is not the solution

What we need is a revolution

Where families learn of a better way

To break the cycle of social decay

 

Where then the collective conscience?

For lives lived, but of no consequence

A tragic, doomed, wasted group

Class-locked in an endless repeating  loop