Author: goldfinch1948

I have been trying to be a poet for many years

TIME AFTER TIME

Time;

Chasing us throughout our lives;

It is always with us!

The need to get things done,

On time!

Must be on time!

Need to get there!

Quick!

Must run!

Got to go!

To where?

And why?

Never enough time!

Time is moving on!

Must catch up!

Time; the predator.

Looking back on my life, towards the end of my span on this world,

I look upon time from a different point of view.

Those moments in my life where time doesn’t exist.

That first kiss as a boy with my first girlfriend,

So innocent and so cherished, where did that moment go?

It still seems but a moment since I met my love,

Still with me after so many joyful years, still together

Enjoying our time with each other, no need to rush now,

Tomorrow will do; or the day after.

The time spent strolling along My River,

No haste, time to get to know myself.

Time with our children and grandchildren,

So valuable, give them my time,

I have plenty to spare, for the important things,

Time will end for me before long

But it is a long way off.

Time is an experience to be cherished.

Time; my companion.

Barge Life.

The barge sits there
Waiting for us to board,
The ropes are freed,
And so are we as we move,
Move gently down the canal.
The engine throbbing gently
Moving us past Natures canvas
Painted all around us.
At the side of the water
The birdlife looks at us
In their serene way.
Further and further we glide,
The peace only interrupted
By the soft throb of the engine,
And the wonder of Nature’ Symphony.
We glide to a stop for the night,
Sitting on the deck in the evening light
Peace reigns,
Except for the song of the birds.
As darkness encroaches
The birds stop singing,
Silence surrounds us.
Into a dream filled sleep we sail
Until we awake refreshed,
Ready to continue our journey,
The journey of life,
At four miles an hour.

Perfection Failed.

In this life we look for it,
Look for perfection.
Strive as we might,
It is always out of our grasp.
What we need to realise
That perfection is impossible,
And if we ever reached it
For what would we strive?
Our lives would be meaningless,
We would have nothing for which to aim.
So instead of striving for perfection
Be satisfied with the good,
The good in your life,
The good in your life that can be reached.