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”