Half a century since we bought our house,
Which was standing all forlorn;
Love's young dreamers came along,
And a happy home re-born.
...
Just think if I had strangled you'
As I often thought to do;
I wouldn't be a grand-parent,
So grateful thanks are due.
...
Just two pills were in our cupboard,
In days of long gone past;
An Aspro; little liver pill,
Which made you go - and fast!
...
To a lady who thought with love of me,
Precious feelings will remain;
I no longer hear your loving words,
Nor ever shall again.
...
Perchance for times of darkness,
God gave us memory lane;
Where life is as it should be,
And shall on heavenly plane.
...
There are a myriad of reasons,
Why we 'poets' take up the pen;
To put the world behind us,
Or inspiration now and then.
...
81 years of age. Still a golfer; magician; gardener; poet. Ex police inspector. now a widower after 53 years. Two sons; three grand-children.)
Time And Tide
Half a century since we bought our house,
Which was standing all forlorn;
Love's young dreamers came along,
And a happy home re-born.
Nature blessed us with two fine boys,
And our wishes all came true;
Both lovingly raised to man-hood,
Then to seek out pastures new.
Darby and Joan left in residence,
Bond even stronger now;
Golden years spent together,
Three decades did God allow.
The dear lady is now in a nursing home,
It seems a bell will toll;
Sans mother and her children,
The old house has lost its soul.
What was once a place of laughter,
Sadly, now a place to mourn;
But new young dreamers will come along,
And a happy home re-born.
This is not a tale of sadness,
It's the world since time began;
Dear reader, heed the old advice -
Gather rose-buds while you can.