"Thoughtful" passage

FORGOTTEN STANDARDS

   

I can remember not that long ago

People were happy NOT full of woe

They would lend a hand let you sit while they stand

Politeness to all they would show.

But today there’s no time

To hear a clock chime

To offer a smile only once in a while

And close their eyes to this rhyme.

Not long ago we used to care

Our neighbour’s welfare we would share

But I’m sad to say that in present day

These acts of kindness are rare.

There will come a day whatever our creed

When we will all welcome a helpful deed

So let’s open our heart and really start

To see what others may need.

If we do kind acts these will show

A pathway for others to go

So before you pass by don’t close an eye

Let your cup of kindness flow.

SHIRLEYS HUMOUR PAGE

TRAFFIC

When we were young the roads were bare

No rushing traffic from here to there

We were safe on our bikes and going on hikes

The air was pure for us to share.

To go for a walk was absolute pleasure

We didn’t rush we could go at leisure

Stop for the view, enjoy the great hue

Taking memories home just to treasure.

But now that our roads are packed

With vehicles closely stacked

To cross the street we need fast feet

And hope the pavement is not too cracked.

If we meet a friend to have a chat

And start to talk of this and that

We will be accused and often abused

And end up thoroughly got at.

Patience these days is rare

People are busy that’s fair

But a kindly word is not absurd

Just to let people know that you care.

We hope that drivers take heed

And keep an eye on their speed

Cause if we don’t have a car we can’t go very far

And we are not a dog on a lead.

SHIRLEYS HUMOUR PASSAGE

My Men

I have two young men in my life

They relieve my troubles and strife

They give me love far and above

That you get between husband and wife.

Three in a bed is just bliss

We snuggle together and kiss

These moments are treasured and truly measured

And something I never would miss

The trust they show makes me their slave

So I give them whatever they crave

Be it succulent fish on a silver dish

Or whatever else they may crave.

Yes Robbie and Sam are not toys

The love they give has much joy

Although they’re a pain they keep me sane

They are my beloved pussy cat boys.

SHIRLEYS HUMOUR PASSAGE

NO NAME

I know a young man with No Name

Who at times is a bit of a pain?

But he helps me a lot and he’s all that I’ve got

And he keeps me from going insane.

If he offers to help that is great

And he hardly ever comes late

But it can be the morrow followed by sorrow

Cause I’m not that patient to wait.

 

When I’m in trouble he’s there

To listen, to help and to care

He makes me tea and helps me to see

My problems are given to share.

 

His memory we know could be better

But he’s thorough right to the letter

If I’m in the wrong he makes a big song

And I have to melt like butter.

Apologies come very rare

And are all from me to be fair

But it’s true to say there will come a day

When I might just pull out his hair.

 

He comes and goes as he will

And never seems to stand still

But he gets a job done nearly in one

So he’s not yet over the hill!

 

He tests my patience a bit

But I hold my tongue and don’t spit

I give him a look which he reads like a book

And he knows that it’s time just to flit.