Thoughtful" passage

THOSE WERE THE DAYS 

Memories come floating back

Of youth in bygone days

The freedom of the countryside

And winding waterways.

Tossing hay and finding mice

Escaping from their grassy nest

Summer days and balmy nights

Watching sunset in the west.

Different shades of green amid

Fields and woods and shaded copse

Spending hours of childhood days

Helping Mother pick the hops.

Wartime days with death in sky

Children chased by enemy planes

Bombs leave craters day and night

Frequent shattered window panes.

Safety of the lanes to play

No chance of strangers lurking there

Traffic few and far between

Farmer leading old grey mare.

Lambing time a joy to watch

Newborn trying hard to stand

Ewes had babies two or three

Tails tied off with rubber band.

Those were the days when time stood still

When dreams were made to last

Today the pace is ever on

Can we not hold the past?

SHIRLEYS HUMOUR PASSAGE

ONE MORE CIGARETTE 

I’ve been to see the doctor, I haven’t been so well

When I told him my symptoms he really gave me hell.

 I cough and cough from morn till night I just can’t get my breath

And in the mornings when I wake I really feel like death,

My doc gave me a lecture and said trouble I would get

If I don’t stop my habit of just one more cigarette.

I puff away all day I puff away all night

When I look in the mirror my tongues a dreadful sight,

I can’t give up the craving I don’t know what to do

I thought I’d really conquered it when I fell ill with flu

But as soon as I was better and my knees just didn’t sag

I sneaked off in a corner and had another drag.

My skin is green and sallow I really do look grim

My eyes look dull and yellow I really must be dim,

I know it’s just a habit to smoke my life away

And refuse to listen what my elders have to say.

I started at a young age, which wasn’t very brave

Because now it’s left me with this truly dreadful crave.

I know it is such folly I know it is so sad

The way I treat my body does make me very mad,

My friends all try to tell me my folly for to see

They’re really losing patience with the likes of me,

I often come to realise that I have had enough

And then I lose my courage and have another puff.

My old Dad is ninety and he still likes a smoke

When I try to nag him he says it is a joke,

He says that as I’m younger I should really have more sense

But I don’t think it’s fair to say that I am very dense,

Days may come and days may go and I continue gasping

After all my lungs are mine although they may be rasping.

Thoughtful" passage

LESSONS LEARNED

Our past is but a memory

Tomorrow is yet to verge

We can’t forget our times gone by

The two will often merge.

We don’t know what the future holds

Our paths are etched in stone

But each new step evolves a plan

For us to take alone.

Disappointments come and go

In many variation

Lessons learned are not in vain

They are part of education.

Trust and love go hand in hand

We need to make that clear

To those around that need our help

With worries, stress and fear.

SHIRLEYS HUMOUR PASSAGE

MY BROTHER

I have a little brother he really is a pest

I can’t get any peace or quiet or even any rest

From out his pocket yesterday he pulled a little mouse

You should have seen i chasing me all around the house.

He likes spiders and snakes and other creepy things

He catches pretty butterflies and holds them by their wings.

His face looks really grimy his hands are always black

If it was the olden days I’d put him on the rack.

I’d pull his arms and legs off like he does my cuddly toys

Why does there seem to be so many horrid little boys.

His pockets are full of string and sticky bubble gum

They’re always being emptied out reluctantly by Mum

He doesn’t clean his teeth at night or wash behind his ears

And when his bath time comes around it’s tantrums and its tears

He runs a mile at the sight of soap or water come to that

He covers up his face and neck with a scarf and woolly hat.

He tore his trousers badly while climbing up a tree

And he got sent straight home to bed and didn’t get his tea.

He has pillow fights late at night how the feathers fly

When he’s finished playing they float up to the sky.

Yesterday it happened our Dad just didn’t know

He thought that it was winter and we’d had a fall of snow.

I have to share bunk beds with him; he makes me sleep on top

I don’t like sleeping right up there it’s too far down to drop.

He’s got lots of tiny freckles and curly ginger hair

He doesn’t have a worry he doesn’t have a care.

I must say school appeals to him although he’s had the cane

He put a book inside his pants and didn’t feel the pain,

I know he’s full of mischief and he’ll always get his way

But after all I love him and suppose he’ll have to stay.