The Morning Sun

 
‘Morning Sun’ … Pen & Wash – WHB. 2017

When the morning sun

Burns through the dusk

Of the night’s demise

And at last

The backside of the night

Is breached

A new day is born

And morning introduces its prospects

Promising a fresh start

A renewal of hope

Countermanding

Yesterday’s disappointments

And the night’s terrors

Now bringing a sense of peace

A stillness

Allowing strength to gather

And defy the uncertainties

Of a new day.

With Tongue In Cheek

Oh yes, I’m now old and decrepit,
But neither past it nor fetid.
In no way I’m over and finished;
My ardour still has not diminished.

… ‘COS …

Age has not wearied me yet;
Desire is still with me,
Lust still stirs within me,
I’m a game old codger, you bet!

…  SO …

IF YOU WERE MINE

You look divine.
If you were mine
I’d drool and dote,
You’d have my vote.

I’d fire Love’s dart
To win your heart.
That’s not a sin,
I know I’d win.

I’d face the press,
Ignore the mess.
I’d  tie you to me
And Lose the key.

With every wish
I’d  be selfish.
You’d have to be
Welded to me.

And each new day
Would show the way
To hold love fast,
To make it last.

And every kiss
Would speak of bliss,
Would prove at last
Life had not past.

They say I’m old
And won’t be told;
That love has past,
Dried up at last.

But yet I know
I’d love you so.
Despite my age
I’d take the stage.

You’d be my queen
And reign supreme
Over our peers.
For which three cheers.

So here’s the rub,
The heart, the nub.
What we’d have then
Is our Amen.

‘Twould gave us hope,
Help us to cope
With life, with pain,
To live again.

And when at last
Our time was past,
Our journey done,
We’d be as one.

. . .   so . . .

Take a note!
I’m not dead yet,
And, get this quote,
“I’d like to bet
You’ll be like me,
You’ll have a ball
When you can see
Work is not all.”

Wednesday – ‘Nothing Ventured’

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An aphorism for each day, keeps the doctor away. Each day this week I am offering a common aphorism, some just slightly embellished – for good or ill.

Wednesday – ‘Nothing Ventured’

 

Nothing ventured – nothing gained,

Let that be our guiding thought;

Don’t by worries be constrained,

Nor let our dreams all come to nought;

We’ve had enough of being restrained.

 

The Future

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The future
will never be
as we envisage it.

That fact is a given
a constant
by which we will fall
if we do not recognise
its truth
and act accordingly.

Hope
and aspiration
may well prop up
the present,
but they
are not the answer
to that ultimate question –

‘What does the future
hold in store

for me?

for us?’