Not quite the chair she sat in
the burnished gold
Of its throne proud prow so prominent
promising power and privilege but nevertheless a statement burned on the water of its thames-side berth
a metaphor proudly protesting the humility of being ordinary of being old yet proud with the magnificence of age the decadence of time the innocence of resurrection
NOTE: T.S.Eliot, in his poem, ‘The Waste Land’ (Lines 77-79: Part II. A Game of Chess) quotes Enorbarbus, who, inAct II, Scene 2 of Shakespeare’s tragedy ‘Antony and Cleopatra’ describes Cleopatra’s royal barge as it appeared when she first pursued Marc Antony:’The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne, Burned in the water. The poop was beaten gold.’
I wrote these rather pompous verses when I thought I was old; Old enough to give advice to those younger than me. I am now twice as old as when I first wrote this; I am neither wiser nor more capable of giving advice now than I was then; Believe me or not – it’s YOUR CHOICE!
Pen & Wash … WHB – 2017
CHOICES, or ‘Advice To The Young’
Every second in a life can be a turning point; Chosen or unconscious it is there, Make a choice – it’s up to you, Why not try out something new? But never ever say that you don’t care.
You cannot stop your life from moving forward; Time rolls on despite your efforts to stand still. You can’t take a backward view, Nor can you jump the queue. You have to stay in line and climb life’s hill.
But life’s direction you can set about to change; Tweek it here, a twist just there, you can try out. The choice that you then make, With a little give and take, May well be something you can’t do without.
For when all is said and done, young man, you’re learning To find a path in life that holds for you. Just hold to your endeavour, Never ever say “for ever”, And keep your choices open to what’s new.