Evenings fly by so quickly
Days flash past with no mercy
Friends and loved ones comes second
The clocks feel like they’ve broken
The world turns fast under foot
Time is known but not understood
Find a grounding and hold tight
You’re in for a long night
For it will swoop past
A category 10 blast
A day lost to history
No mystery
The vehicle of meaning in a modern world
Friend ships shape the young and old
True companions of the heart find grip
That rarely let go but occasionally tip
The more you acquire, the harder to keep
The fewer you hold, the less they compete
The older you get, the more they matter
For man on his own will age much faster
Others set sail before you can blink
Some run aground and inevitably sink
But all connect us to a greater existence
The human endeavour of greatest Persistence
The end of an era
But I hear her
Calling me back
Gripping me harder
Harder than the quiet
The peace I awake too
A pleasure it has been to sit and dwell
But I hear her
Whispering to come back
To life as it was
The circus of emotion and ambition
Brutish said Hobbes
“Don’t be scared”, she says
“The emotion will pass
What you achieve with your day
Will surely last”
Her voice is close by
Like an echo returning home
Circling around me
Vibrating my bones
I can feel her presence
But I didn’t foresee
Or think for one moment
That perhaps she was me
A message left behind
Intended to persuade
To call myself back
Stear me this way
A trail of breadcrumbs
To a life hard and fast
When all I wanted
Was our holiday to last
The tunnels of London an extreme conundrum
World class engineering yet terrible steering
Women standing but men sitting
Baby’s crying and the elderly reading
Mayfair hats next to builders bags
Shiny suits and worn out boots
Packed in tight with very little light
Silence amid the crowds piled in
London at its best and it’s worst
It’s care and it’s lust
Hated and loved
By all races and faces
Get up, get up
Did you not hear what I said
Ferocious in the morning
Is Military Meg
Walk the dog
Clean the flat
Make my breakfast
You lazy brat
We’ve got things to do
People to see
Get dressed and move
Or you won’t be seeing me
She means well
Does military meg
It just comes out wrong
Not a bad egg
How did I lose that bastard stick
Where did it go or was it a trick
He does this thing where he fakes a throw
Makes me think it’s gone then it’s time to go
No, I’m not leaving
I’m not some mug you’re walking
You take me out once a day
Sometimes twice if I pay
Help me find it owner
Give it here or I’ll show ya
Dogs can be a whole lot worse
So help me find it first
Early rise to singing birds
The songs that start the year
A verse of real and a chorus of hope
I long to hear
A melody for the ages
Rich sounds of trees
The rustling of leaves
A gentle breeze
I’m alone up here
Most are sleeping still
The open marshes of Leyton
Yet to spend their thrill
A full day blocked till 8
For heavens sake
Thank goodness for the sounds
Noises you can’t fake
