Tony Elsby (Poems of life and love)
Runway Lights - Poem by Tony Elsby (Poems of life and love)
Those lights aren't just there for comfort,
Or the sign there is safety ahead,
A beacon for the end of a journey,
Putting all kinds of duties to rest
Those lights are like twinkling saucers,
That to me stand like sentinals proud,
Cos whether from Amsterdam, Frankfurt or Rome,
They've guided my angel back home.
An angel who flew like a bird in dark skies,
A shimmer then a shadow in the storms
Of snow or of rain and humanities pain,
She climbed out or banked right on through
To emerge at full throttle defiant,
The thermals, mere playthings, were mocked,
Cos my angel was set on more important things yet.
And a task one could never forget.
And her voice never rose above gentle,
Her manner persuasively calm,
Her unblinking eyes fixed on the worthiest goal,
That defied all to counter her claim,
That what she'd in mind was more than just kind,
And would change two young lives for all time,
So two orphan boys, denied normal joys
Would have fine clothing, Christmas and toys.
And a home where they'd surely feel wanted,
With parents who'd see they were cherished,
Where their health and their happiness mattered,
Where they'd games and a working TV,
Where their friends would be constantly welcomed,
Where they'd have kit that would help them keep fit,
Where their schooling would not be forgotten,
Where a bad start would never grow rotten.
So smile if you look down on those lights,
And remember the story they tell,
Cos those lights don't just guide a sweet angel home,
Those lights point a better way ahead,
And remind us we all have our brightness,
If only we'd flick down the switch,
Cos though jobs may be short in our much-troubled land,
Angels are much in demand….
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