ivor or ivor.e hogg
Enforced Change. - Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg
Double, double toil and trouble.
As they search amongst the rubble.
Which the fire left behind.
In the hope that they might find
Something that has not been destroyed.
As they struggle to avoid.
That everything they owned has gone.
They are searching hopelessly.
They do not want to dwell upon.
A future looking very bleak.
Some possessions were unique.
They will have to start again.
Although the loss has caused them pain.
Luckily they were insured
What can't be cured must be endured.
The fire was a tragedy.
Also an opportunity.
To show the world what they can do
Change their life style to something new.
Their children grown and fled the nest
So they can do as they think best.
A smaller house would be ideal
Less maintenance has strong appeal.
House hunting gripped their interest.
They faced each day with renewed zest.
Eventually they both agreed
A bungalow would meet their need.
And bought one on the edge of town
A place where they could settle down.
Decorate to suit their taste.
Although there was no need for haste.
The house they bought in good repair
They chose their furniture with care.
Because they need less quantity.
They settled for good quality.
Which they bought cheap at auction sales.
A strategy which seldom fails.
The house is ready to move in.
Now their new life can begin.
There's more to life than the T.V.
In fact the fire has set them free.
To engage more actively
As part of the community.
They've rediscovered life is fun
So much to see and to be done.
They may be old but they can do
A great deal more than they used to.
Instead of sitting passively
in their armchairs to watch T/V.
They've made a list of things to do
Activities both old and new.
Each day an opportunity
Which they can use constructively.
If they so choose.What can they lose?
It's up to them they can refuse.
No one can tell them what to do
Though it appears they've chosen to.
Embrace their new life happily
Consign the past to history.
They know the past cannot be changed
But futures can be re-arranged.
Though they still have their memories
Of the way things used to be.
Tuesday,10 April 2012.
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