Come marvel and wonder at dawn’s early light
As boldly it brightens to banish the night
A new day that promises fresh chances and hope
To those still alive to share in its scope
For many may not see another new day
When this one is spent and the light goes away
So embrace with some passion each moment we share
Use the day prudently, live it with care.
Life’s no rehearsal
That’s what they say
So enjoy life together
Each precious day
Share common pleasures
Work as a pair
Don’t waste a moment
Laugh without care
For soon it’ll be over
The time will have come
With no final chances
For any more fun
But know that you’re lucky
To hold someone dear
And don’t practise now
For when they’re not there.
How dare you tell me what to do
Can’t you see I am full grown
You think you know what’s best for me
I can manage on my own
You can’t be right all the time
You’ve ruled the roost too long
Why should I follow your advice
I’m not dancing to that song
I will do what I want to do
And make up my own mind
I don’t need your help these days
Hush please, if you’d be so kind
If I’m in a bind, I’ll sort it out
By giving it plenty of thought
Then, if and when, I’ve tried but failed
You’ll be my last resort.
When sun blessed days are but memories
Winter’s grip tight round windows and walls
As soil hardens and nature rests soundlessly
Listen and heed as the fireside calls
Then warming, recall those happier times
What you did and what difference you’ve made
Think then of all those less fortunate
Living lives never out of the shade.
Look at my wrinkled hand
It wasn’t like that before
Why are my knees hurting so
When I get up to answer the door
Why do I feel so tired these days
I’ll be better when I’ve had a nap
Turn on the telly, if you please
But I bet it’s all going to be crap
What day is this and who are you
I don’t recognise anyone now
Childhood memories are crystal clear
But yesterday’s not there anyhow.
Head to the light
That seems the advice
But no-one’s come back
To say that way is nice
Don’t worry right now
About what you will do
Whatever comes after
Is not up to you
But when the time comes
After one final breath
You’ll merge with the cosmos
That’s not really death.
Fresh talc and terry-towelling smell
Rhymes and stories longing to tell
Spotting that very first baby tooth
Eyes searching mine for some loving truth
Lighting one candle on the birthday cake
Leisurely walks around the park lake
Holding hands and showing I care
Talking of others, no longer here
Laughing at furrows on my ageing brow
Answering questions about why and how
Forbidden sweets shared when none can see
Just coming round for Sunday tea
Don’t ask which of these pleasures I miss the most
For none are matters about which I can boast
And, knowing these things might never be
I must miss them all, but secretly.
Which words right tell this mortal state
Philosophy so poorly defined
Eons’ wisdom may accumulate
But where ‘soul’ or even ‘mind’
What part of me might know with proof
Through inward looking eye
Objective fundamental truth
About the reason why.
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