Rat Race Blues

The sands of time are slipping,

Through the hour glass of life.

Ev'ry day we're facing,

More troubles and more strife.

The signs of stress are showing,

In the lines upon my face.

Ev'rybody's rushing

Like rodents in a race.

The pendulum is swinging

To the beating of my heart.

But time is passing faster

As each day brings a new start.

I listen to the pulsing

Of  the blood within my veins

And have to ask the question

Is it worth the blooming strain?

 

Projects versus Problems

The big things we can tackle

The small things wear us down

Tugging gently at our skin

To make our forehead frown.

 

When Santa got no Letter

I remember Christmas when I believed in Santa Claus –

Before bed on Christmas eve, I’d stand at the front door.

I’d wish him a safe journey and all the very best.

Then I’d hang my stocking up, (my shirt, my pants, my vest!)

Now when I woke next morning, my face was all a-glee,

A stocking full of presents and more beneath the tree:

Some felt soft and others smelled, but for all my prying,

I never could guess what they were – though ‘twas great fun trying!

Then one year, things did change – though not for the better;

‘Twas the year when I turned nine that Santa got no letter.

You see, when I was eight years old, I woke on Christmas eve,

To find my Father sneaking round – I couldn’t quite believe!

But no matter how I tried I knew that it were true –

‘Twas him who filled our stockings up, ate mince pies, drank sherry too!

Them we’d left for Santa – as a thank you, you might say,

For braving the cold weather, to bring presents on his sleigh.

My illusions were all shattered – It’d always been a game,

Now without old Santa Claus, it’d never be the same.

I wish I still believed in him – I expect that you know why:

Because you get more presents, when Santa Claus comes by!

 

Broken Hearted Autumns

The grass still green, the leaves turn brown,

Before they tumble to the ground

And drift away on bubbling streams,

Like lost loves and hopes and dreams.

But some get stuck along the way

And all is rosy whilst they stay;

Until at last, away they flow

And hearts get broken, as they go.

 

Shades of Winter

A weary sun, all bleary eyed,

Stretches out its light.

Throwing lazy rays on clouds,

 Which hold on to the night.

Wiry branches of naked trees,

Reach to purple skies,

Clothing long since gone to make,

A bed where fox, he lies:

Waiting silent, waiting still,

For food to come his way.

Waiting ‘til the dark of night,

Snuff’s out the light of day.

Waiting silent, waiting still,

Beneath the bracken brown.

Waiting ‘til it’s safe to prowl

His night time hunting ground.

 

You can’t ignore war

Bullets are harder than some seem to think,

The bodies then rot and create a stink.

People ignore them as if they’re not there,

But the wind whispers to them as it blows through their hair:

“Look what you’ve done! Do you not care?

Life’s not a car – It has no spare.

You can’t ignore war, whatever you think,

You’ll still see the blood – You’ll still smell the stink.

You can’t ignore war – It won’t go away.

The scars that are left – forever will stay.

But war can be stopped, by your intervention

And lives can be saved, by war’s prevention”

 

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