“This book belongs to Carol G”
Who lent it, with some hope, to me
In order that I might perceive
The visions which she must believe
...
There’s no Poetry Club in my home town of Crewe
So I wonder just what I’m expected to do
With the jumble of words which sit in my head
(there’s always lots more when I lie in my bed)
...
Note In The Flyleaf Of “surprised By Joy”
“This book belongs to Carol G”
Who lent it, with some hope, to me
In order that I might perceive
The visions which she must believe
Of Life and World, and all that stuff
Which I have missed in times so tough
That Godly thoughts have always faded
To strand me with a mind so jaded
That all the words and pious rant
Will leave me – just - a soul extant;
But with no sense of heaven miss’d
Because I’m such an Atheist.
But Joy I’ve seen and had my fill
(Despite no God - but happy still) .
And many times I’ve felt the shove
Of happy times and life and love
That pushed me to a higher plane
And left me with a sense of gain.
I’ve been “surprised” – I’ve been amazed
At life and thoughts and actions praised
Or cursed or punished for their style
When trying to make the extra mile;
To squeeze from life the final dropp -
But got caught out and made to stop
…..just like this…….
(With apologies to CS Lewis)