Music can make you happy
Or sometimes make you sad
Pulling your soul without trying
No conscience, good or bad
Whatever your mood to begin with
Drink and company do play their part
But notes that have been chosen carefully
Have the biggest effect on your heart.
School missed, sadly
Benefit tied, shamefully
Work shy, woefully
Bleak prospects, inevitably
Silver spooned, luckily
Hurrah Henry, socially
Well educated, thankfully
Good connections, family.
One’s fortune, be it good or bad
Lies in the future happy or sad
But the type of luck you actually get
By fate itself isn’t always set
Personal greed and mean self-thought
Can often bring a reward of nought
But do some good, as along you go
Then in the end some profit may show
For fellow travellers will mostly see
A different view to you and me
Other lives shaped by a different past
Do not judge, its not yours to cast
Unique roads bring you both just here
Now part of the journey you may share
Think which paths you might choose
If made to walk a mile in their shoes
A nod, a wink, some succour lend
Before your tracks break round the bend
Then later, if falling by the way
‘Let me help’, a stranger may say.
Come birds, stop by and have a bite
Fill you bellies, whilst there is light
Winter’s cold might chill tonight
But seeing you tomorrow is our delight.
If my love had a weight, no scales could it measure
If my love had a sound, its notes songbirds would treasure
If my love were a scent, no rose could compare
If my love were a number, infinity despair
If my love had a colour, brightest rainbows would pale
If my love were like air, it would roar as a gale
If my love were a taste, it would be of your lips
If my love were a touch, it craves your fingertips
If my love had two wings, it would soar far above
And if my love were a mirror, please let it show love.
Gone from our lives, forever
Though we chose the time in the end
Cancer riddled, but still loving
A kindness we hope, old brown friend
Pink liquid death in the vet’s syringe
She went quickly, on Mum’s warm knee
Was it right? We could only hope
To save her from pain and misery
Goodnight good soul in the fresh dug hole
Be at peace, in the garden you loved.
Was it something we did
Was Karma involved
The answer is hid
The questions not solved.
The pleasure of knowing each new morn
Two friends await us with the dawn
They show their needs in unique ways
Though constant as the passing days
One grey, one brown, they wait their food
But differently they show their mood
The brown one ready beside the door
Crying for a meal from the kitchen floor
The grey one stretches away her aches
Before she saunters and partakes
In new chosen packet meat
Both will have as a breakfast treat
The brown one gobbles her food whole
Then eagerly eyes the other’s bowl
With steady nerve she waits close by
To see what morsels still will lie
When the grey one deigns to move
With a backward glance to disapprove
As her runt sister, still thin as a rake
Steals grey’s left overs in her wake
But grey doesn’t have need to fight
She knows that hunger pangs will never bite
More food will come again quite soon
Brownie’s cry for more won’t wait ‘til noon!
Happiness and fulfilment
Two precious, coveted goals
Promising contentment
But reached by tortuous paths
That cross only fleetingly
in the hearts and minds of men.
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