It often is important
To respect from whence you came.
But better that you know,
When it’s time not to remain.
When it’s time to hit the road Jack
And get a wriggle on.
Cos while you love your people dear,
The urge to fly is strong.
Great seas full of adventure
And skies to cast your dreams.
So many laughing faces,
To share the nomads’ theme.
And out there in the world
Are hopes and gifted gems
To taste and to dissolve in
Beyond the focus of a lens.
Ah. February. Your end does tease.
In a sulking, shrugging way.
Skulking out there in the grim.
Your grey cloak is no warming
Shoved down hat precludes my begging.
Shuffle off. I am chronically sickened by you.
Tag in the striding March. For we are ready
And it will be a pleasure to see April’s
Bi-polar sunshine and snow sweep forward.
Swap places now. We are done
You and I.
Take your fixed, determined stare
“A timely reminder to me of the promise I made myself a few years ago; we are not able to control the actions of others, should not expect empathy or respect. They have their own journey and it is not mine to chastise. I can keep them company from a distance as they walk their path or stay near linking arms, but I must not make judgement from my view. All I can do is be the best person I can. At all times, kind, patient, and brave.”
~ Lifted from my Facebook post, 24 February, 2014
Weeping like a weepy thing
Watching bad tv.
If you could see my face, my friends
You’d guess a Tragedy.
Oh dear, just found a chocolate
At the bottom of my bag.
I’m ignoring this big rush of guilt
And impending body sag.
Having said that, I have found support from the most unlikely of contacts;
the world is full of people who don’t know they have the ability to save lives.