Love

Remember,
Those loved and lost,
Dearer,
Each passing year,
Engraved in our hearts; never apart.

Love requires time:
Streams fed by fresh water,
Complicated by whirlpools
Or unexpected waterfalls
Pounding us on rocks of life,
Giving strife.

Love surrounds us
Every which way,
So when love is taken away
We grieve, lament our loss,
Lament the love lost.
Life without love is empty,
To love, inevitably is to lose,
Which may confuse but can you choose
To walk life’s path alone?

As the year draws to a close,
Remember,
Those who’ve loved you,
Who live in your heart,
Never far away
And live to love another day.

Copyright wordz2Go 31 December 2015

The Grey Ones

It’s cold outside but the stove is lit,
It’s lovely and warm in here.
I pity those sleeping rough tonight
As people walk quickly by;
There but for the grace of God, go you or I.
The winter weather of storms, high tides,
Flooding, gales and snow –
I pity those sleeping rough tonight
As people walk quickly by;
There but for the grace of God, go you or I.

The invisible population,
Few see them, most look through them.
Social outcasts, foreign migration
No fixed abode, no benefit system.

It’s cold outside and snow is blowing,
It’s lovely and dry in here.
I pity those in the hedges tonight
As people drive swiftly by;
There but for the grace of God, go you or I.
It’s not a night to be left outside,
Snowdrifts, wind and ice –
I pity those in the hedges tonight
As people drive swiftly by;
There but for the grace of God, go you or I.

The unfortunate generation,
The grey people, much maligned
Socially compromised, chastened,
Out of sight, out of mind.

Copyright wordz2Go 5 January 2014

New Year’s Eve 2013

Another year’s gone by,
In the blink of an eye, it seems;
It’s hard to judge how fast, how slow,
Or even how that time has flown
For no two clocks exactly agree;
Picoseconds are time-beam debris.
Time lacks a constant rhythm,
It beats in a vacuum, an absentee.

Time is elastic, it squeezes and stretches
Then etches our memories
Into the heavenly vaults,
To store life stories in the stars.
When we want time to speed, it slows.
“Full speed ahead!” Dead slow it goes.
When we want time to slow, it speeds;
“Dead slow!” Full speed ahead it reads.

We can only interpret time,
The internal rhyme, an unknown;
Subject to a higher power, it’s not our
Tempo to decide.
Immune to our whims and wiles.
And so another year goes by.
The older we get the faster it goes,
The more we’d like time to go slow.

Copyright wordz2Go 31 December 2013