Days Of Youth

George Bernard Shaw was well-known for his acid wit and had very clear opinions on most subjects. One of his gems is that “Youth is such a wonderful thing; it’s a pity it is wasted on the young”.   How right he is! Like most children I wished my youth away then continued this stupidity into adulthood and on into old age.  Wishing my life away is possibly the only wish that has ever come true for me but somehow I don’t think congratulations are in order.

Days of Youth

How well I remember the long summer days
The golden sun swimming in a cloudless sky
Of brilliant blue
 
How easy it was to lie in knee-deep green grass
And think thoughts of no consequence
Or think not at all
 
How long those days and peaceful too
 
How well I remember the cold winter days
The anaemic sun crossing a cloudless sky
Of palest grey
 
How pleasant it was to feel frost underfoot
Or shatter the fragile layer of ice
On a pond
 
How short those days and far away
 
How could I know? Who dared tell me?
That those precious days would quickly pass
But they did and me so busy I hardly noticed
Until now
 

Pizza Night

According to Jean Paul Sartre “The poor don’t know that their function in life is to exercise our generosity”.  Perhaps that is true but the lady in the next poem knew nothing of Sartre or of his words yet she succeeded in exercising my generosity.

Pizza Night

Friday night is pizza night and this night it’s my turn to buy
Two quatros in hand as I reach the car a woman catches my eye
Her sandals are all but worn through and the babe on her back makes no cry
She’s tired but worse she is broken and instinct alone makes her try
To sell one more cheap little tray cloth so they might eat rather than die
I have no need of her offering but I reach for my purse with a sigh
And buy not one but two bits of lace, thinking “But for God’s grace there go I”

The Human Disgrace

If people want “rights” they must be prepared to accept the corresponding responsibility, part of which entails self and group discipline.  This is where the world and more particularly the Western world is going wrong.  People demand rights but eschew discipline. This disconnect can result only in anarchy.

The Human Disgrace

I want the world to know and to see
Just how ecstatically happy I am to be
Part of a crowd that’s a sad waste of space
A card carrying member of the human disgrace
 
To say my fellow man disappoints me
Understates reality by a factor of three
Our collective behaviour serves but to debase
Far more worthy creatures that share in this place
 
What purpose a river what value a tree
An animal a human, all but a minor degree
Of importance that can vanish without even a trace
As we destroy and plunder and scar and deface
 
Grown to arrogance we assume we are free
To defile the treasures in our brief custody
But based on our actions we can’t make that case
Because the facts relegate us to the human disgrace