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Old Age Can Wait

Old age can wait

My body, it tells me, slow down you are old,
Don't kick a football, go out in the cold,
Don't splash in puddles, or play in the dirt,
But my mind keeps on saying, one more time it won't hurt,
So I climb up a tree and swing on a gate,
I've the heart of a kid, so old age it can wait.

My body, it tells me, sit down, take a rest,
Don't go exploring, set out on a quest,
Don't chase adventures, sit here and be still,
But my mind keeps on saying, what's over that hill?
So yesterday's memories, I now replicate,
And crawl through the grasses, old age it can wait.

My body, it tells me, I'm no longer young,
I'll ache something shocking, if I have too much fun,
Don't chase balloons, at my age that ain't right,
But my mind keeps on saying, fly one more kite,
Play Robin Hood, Alexander the Great,
My mind is still active, so old age it can wait!

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The Travelling Man

The travelling man

A travelling man, is what I am,
Born I was to roam,
I come along, but then I’m gone,
Freedom is my home.

Settling down is not for me, I wander all around,
I live a life of what will be, adventures to be found,
Places to go and people to see, in many a different town,
Living life so wild and free, without a worried frown. 

I survive, no nine to five,
With odd jobs, now and then,
Digging ditch, don’t make me rich,
But I’m back on the road again.

Women ask me why oh why, do I just keep moving on,
I give the answer, I need to fly, to where my heart belongs
A little kiss, a quick goodbye, a smile a wave I’m gone,
Like an eagle needs the sky, I need my freedom song.  

No heavy load, for a man on the road,
Wide open spaces and sky,
Don’t feel the blues, in roaming shoes,
I’m just a travelling guy.

Different things to see and do, people yet to meet,
Towns to visit old and new, where I rest my weary feet,
Stopping for a week or two, these times so bitter sweet,
Another quick goodbye, adieu, as I march along the street. 

I'll keep on going, where the wind is blowing,
Till I'm dead and gone,
And when that passes, please give my ashes,
To the wind, so I travel on.

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Memory Lane

Memory Lane

The old dirt track, where, as kids, we’d roam,
Now brambled weeds, so overgrown,
No more gangs playing a noisy game,
Just another memory lane.

The streets, the houses, the corner shop,
Pavements covered in chalked hopscotch,
The field of adventure, where a stream once flowed,
All replaced by the busy road.

The old back yard, the cobbled street,
Secret dens, where we kids would meet
To run around have fun and play,
In the long-lost past before the motorway.

The old dirt track has now long gone,
As have the streets where we all came from,
The road through life never stays the same,
It changes, slowly, into memory lane.

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The Empty Chair

The empty chair

Just a chair, an empty chair,
Threadbare and forlorn,
It’ll catch my eye, and I give a sigh,
But my heart will feel so warm,
I see a smile, a comely smile,
That makes my heart rejoice,
A memory, will talk to me,
In the sweetest voice.

Happy times, such happy times,
Safely cuddled tight,
All things wrong, soon were gone,
And gently put to right,
Just a chair, an empty chair,
Where I learned such wisdom and wit,
The safest place, with a happy face,
Where Nanna used to sit.

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My True Love

My true love

The bells didn’t ring
No rockets in the sky
Nightingales didn’t sing
No heart shaped butterfly 
The harps didn’t play
A wonderful song
But from that first day
I knew…you’re the one

Cupid didn’t show up
No arrows were felt
Volcanoes didn’t blow up
The moon didn’t melt
Rainbows didn’t shine
When the rain it had gone
But I saw you that first time
I knew…you’re the one

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The Porcelain Doll

The porcelain doll

The odd-looking figure, standing on the shelf,
Makes you feel nervous, unsure of yourself,
A shadow it dances, slowly passing by,
When you look to the shelf, from the corner of an eye,
Heartbeat increases, quicker and quicker,
You think you see movement, from the porcelain figure.

Something is different, its ever so strange,
Her feet pointed forward, now the angle has changed,
So, sleep now eludes you, when you lay on your bed,
And you watch, with one eye, the little dolls head,
Did it move, did it blink, did it reach for the wall?
Does it send evil thoughts, this porcelain doll?

Does it make you un-easy, does it mess with your mind?
Do you think you hear footsteps, from somewhere behind?
Does it keep your attention, through the whole night?
Create nagging doubts, that somethings not right.
Do you think that your life it soon will destroy?
As you stare at the shelf and the porcelain toy.

The lights start to flicker, darkness and gloom,
Shadows are dancing throughout the room,
The sight is so frightening, the atmosphere cold,
But your eyes are so heavy, and sleep takes a hold,
You drift from the world and into a dream,
There’s a knife in the hand of the porcelain figurine!!!

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Empathy

Empathy 

What ever happened to empathy? 
When someone feels the stress
Showing love and understanding
For those who have much less
Compassion it seems has had its day
In this world of selfishness
“Me first” has taken hold
…. It’s time to reassess

A helping hand for those in need
Giving it readily
Showing others that they matter
With a little charity
Never judging with a single glance
Disrespectfully  
But stop and think… that could be me
And show some empathy

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Yesterdays

Yesterdays 

A choo, choo train,
An aeroplane,
A teddy for the bed,
Muffin the mule 
First day at school, 
Jam on toasted bread,
Dirty faces,
From mucky places,
Found in the alleyway,
Lots to do,
For a life that’s new,
It seems like yesterday!

Out for a lark,
Football in park,
Making loads of noise,
Showing off,
Just because,
We are the teenage boys,
No girl’s allowed,
And then we found,
We saw them in a different way,
Different plans, 
Holding hands,
It seems like yesterday!

Down to pub,
For a pint and grub,
Drinking the whole night through,
I can drink it all,
Is the greatest call,
For those of twenty two,
Pounding head,
Eyes all red,
Pleading “Go away!”
Recovering fast,
So another glass,
It seems like yesterday!

It’s hard to see,
And I want to pee.
But if I go, I’ll go again,
It’s no fun,
When you cannot run,
Cos you ache and feel the pain,
There’s times I miss,
When I reminisce,
I want to go and play,
Of things that’s been,
I often dream,
For the long lost yesterday!

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Entitled People

Entitled People 

Waiting in line is not what they do
They shout “serve me now or I’m going to sue”
I know the Mayor and I know the law
So call the police cos I won’t leave the store
Karen’s, Karen’s 
Rude and so crass
Get in your face 
Cos they don’t want a mask

Lying on camera and claiming abuse
Truth doesn’t matter facts are no use
No rhyme and no reason whatever you say
They think their entitled, so must get their way
Karen’s, Karen’s 
Don’t feel the shame
They rant and they rave
Like they are insane

Me first and only, the world it is mine 
I am important and so is my time
It’s why I am here, it’s what I deserve
But you are all nothing just here to serve
Karen’s, Karen’s  
Angry and wild
Throwing a tantrum
Like a two year old child

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I Hang My Head In Shame

I hang my head…in shame

I hang my head…in shame
At things that I have seen
I wonder if this world
Can ever be redeemed  
I’ve seen the starving children
And know that death will come
While mountains full of wasted food
Are rotting in the sun

I’ve seen those countless soldiers
Dying for the cause 
Fighting for a world of peace
In a thousand different wars
I’ve seen so many different wrongs
I hang my head…in shame
No help is “freely” given
To the needy or the lame

I’ve seen too much injustice
Men break down and cry
I hang my head…in shame
As I search for reasons why?
I’ve seen those many refugees 
Desperate in their plight 
Trying hard just to escape
Someone else’s fight

I’ve heard the politicians say
They listen and they serve
But for the poorest majority 
Their voices go unheard
I’ve seen a world in turmoil 
Full of anger, full of pain
I find there is no answer
So I hang my head…in shame