Memories happy, memories sad,
Some ideas brilliant, some ideas bad,
All thrown together, congealed, a grey mound,
Now I perceive them, half lost and half found.
The road that meanders starts out of sight,
Bathed here in darkness, bathed there in light,
Sometimes there’s a pothole, sometimes a crack,
But onward, ever onward, there’s no going back.
Sometime you’re fearful, sometimes you’re bolder,
As you advance look back over your shoulder,
It’s then maybe you overlook the next bend -
The journey is over, the road’s at an end. |
There is a blindness that decays
In months or years, but never days,
It is the blindness of young love
When lovers up to heaven above
Are transported in blinding joy
As lovely girl meets handsome boy.
It’s when the scales fall from their eyes
Each to the other’s faults is wise,
And each must then a balance strike
Of what they hate and what they like,
And then decide once and for all
To hold their love or let it fall.
They’d best do this when undefiled –
It’s harder when they share a child.
* * *
If later they walk down the aisle,
Then pray they’ll never lose their
smile. |
The seas could boil or freeze,
Yet rapacious man forbids his eyes to recognize
The cause of his own destruction.
The greed, the corruption,
The ruthless selfishness of live for the day,
Since tomorrow we shall not be here.
We are raping Nature today
Aware she shall take revenge tomorrow,
Shall scourge this Earth after we have left.
Our children and their offspring shall
Pay the price of our intransigence. |
