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
Who is for the cut and thrust?
With nowhere else to go
Hide still now, if now you must
Keep your head down low
Know only this of him behind
Who, watchful, stalks in shadows
Listening quiet, never blind
Unseen, but all, he knows
If any can show what many cannot
With courage in adversity
Hold things together; not lose the plot
But show the timorous pity
Then they will reap as they have sown
Lauded by their peers
Who then may boast that they have known
A few who conquered their fears
In every home that has a man-drawer….
There is a woman who covets it.
To be needed brings purpose
To be wanted brings respect
To be admired brings satisfaction
To be loved brings meaning
Hypocrisy: thinking nowadays too many people are judgemental about others.
Happiness isn’t just ‘out there’ to be had.
You have to make your own.