Thoughtful Passage

 

ODE TO OLD AGE

 

My brain feels young but my bones feel old

I go to do things and feel so bold

But after a while I just need a rest

I really do think old age is a pest.

 

My aches and pains I try and ignore

But working them off does not shut the door

My head tells me clearly do have a go

But my furrowed brow I try not to show.

 

If you are young at heart as well as head

At times it's easier to put AGE to bed

But when shoulders seize up and knees start to creak

You suddenly try common sense just to seek.

 

Respect on ability is present in us all

And we know that pride always comes before a fall

So if you see us struggling just think it could be YOU

Because I am very sure that you'd try the task TOO!

 

 

Thoughtful passage

LOOKING BACK

(Author unknown)

We met and married a long time ago

We worked long hours and the wages were low,

No T.V., no wireless, no bath; times were hard,

No holidays abroad, no posh carpets on floors,

But we got coal on the fire and we didn’t lock doors,

Our children arrived, no pill in those days,

And we brought them all up without state aid,

They were safe to go out and play in the park,

Old folks could go for a walk in the dark,

No Vallium, no drugs, no LSD

We cured our ills with a good cup of tea,

But if you were sick you were treated at once,

Not fill in that form and come back in six months,

No vandals no muggings, there was nothing to rob,

But we felt rich with a couple of bob.

People seemed happier in those far off days,

Kinder and caring in so many ways,

Milkman and paperboys would whistle and sing,

And most were grateful for even a small thing.

We all had our share of trouble and strife,

And just had to face it, that’s the pattern of life.

But now I’m alone I look back through the years,

I don’t think of the bad times, the trouble and tears,

I remember the blessings, our house and our love,

And we shared them together. I thank God above.

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HOLIDAY TIME

Holiday Time where shall we go?

To escape from all our work and woe,

Out come the brochures to tempt us away

But it all depends on how much we can pay!

Faraway places take lots of cash

In present climes we can’t be rash

So we have a look nearer home

To see where we can tour and roam.

Seaside, Country, Village or Towns

Climbing mountains or walking Downs

We can travel by coach, train or car

To go where we like near or far.

Yes it’s nice to go away far and wide

When we feel the need to go and hide

But often a change is as good as a rest

Away from the comfort of our very own nest.

Here in England we have such choice

And many things of which to rejoice

So give thanks indeed and stop for a while

To appreciate and cherish our very own Isle.

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IF

IF the world could stand still for a day

With time to think and time to say

Our deepest concerns of the way life is led

Instead of keeping it all unsaid.

IF people had time to listen and care

To think of others and be aware

Of the needs of people requiring an ear

Which would help to ease worries and fear?

IF we could think how lucky we are

To have made our journey and got so far

Be able to hold our heads up high

And reach our aims before we die.

IF we had time when we get wrought

To stop and give a little thought

To why these problems give us grief

Then we could find our own relief.

IF only people were not so stressed

And thought instead of how they’re blessed

Then the path of life would smoother be

For all the world not you and me.

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DAFFODILS 

 

The daffodils are a breath of spring

As good a sight as bird on wing

Their yellow faces seem to say

We’re here at last to make your day.

They grow in groups amongst the grass

Giving joy to all that pass

Standing tall heads held high

Reaching up towards the sky.

They dance and sway in the breeze

As if to say “look at us please”

They surely help me to smile

And forget my problems for a while.

Those elegant blooms so tall and so bright

Provide passers-by with a glorious sight

The various species too many to mention

But all attract our complete attention.

Yes when they appear on road side and banks

I close my eyes and give up thanks

For there is still beauty to behold

And that spring is starting to unfold.

SHIRLEY'S HUMOUR PASSAGE

THE ODD JOB MAN

The Odd Job Man comes and goes

Where he comes from no-body knows

He has so many talents with which to shout

So whatever the problem he helps us out

He can repair a fuse, mend a leaking tap

He really is such a helpful chap

Whatever the problem he’s able to cope

So instead of despair he gives us hope.

It could be a door come off its hinge

Now that’s enough to make anyone whinge!

It might be the woodwork looks a bit grim

So out comes the paint-brush courtesy of HIM.

As one job gets done another appears

But the Odd Job Man comes to allay our fears

He tackles the problem large or small

He really is a blessing and needed by us all.

To be able to cope with so many things

And all the problems these happenings brings

He has to be special with patience and tact

Because we can’t do without HIM and that’s a true fact.

SHIRLEYS HUMOUR PASSAGE

SPRING CLEANING

When winter is over and the sun starts to shine

Our homes always look a bit drab

The woodwork looks fine and the walls really shine

But to others the paint brush they grab.

When I hear the words satin or matt

White spirit, sugar soap and Thinner

I know that I’ve lost so just count the cost

On this subject I am surely no winner.

The smell of the paint is so strong

I have no choice but to leave

It has to be quick or I’ll be very sick

As I’m already starting to heave.

Although the weather is wet and cold

I go out to escape the foul smell

So that when I get back and take off my Mac

I can take a deep breath really well.

Don’t get me wrong when it’s done

I can sing a thankful refrain

That without fear it will last a year

Then be in need of re-painting again.