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A big head. Me?


So you might be thinking that this head is too big,

Well it is hard to miss if you want to throw a dig,

But this head is large for very good reason,

And I can tell you it is always in season,

Whether it’s writing a poem a short story or a book,

This is a head that is surely worth a good look,

There has been poetry written about its un-natural size,

If there was a competition for head’s it would get first prize,

But I have to say this head is worn with pride,

And all the things it holds deep inside,

Thoughts of war and peace and love,

With a body attached that’s learned to push not shove,

Within this big head there lies a working brain,

Thoughts which are faster then a runaway train,

It tells the face to laugh and smile,

In the presence of adversity all the while,

But stand this head beside you in times of woe,

It will not leave you it will not go,

Perhaps the forehead is a little too tall,

It’s where this head has put dear friends one and all,

And while on top may be just a tad bereft of hair,

Loved ones buried and past are buried there,

Held in place by long lost secrets and shocks,

A word of honour replaces the wavy locks,

On this head no barber could set a trend,

But beneath his machine knows here’s a friend,

This is a head holding secrets galore,

Once told it holds them to be spoken no more,

Between these ears that stick out from the sides,

Honesty and truth float freely and reside,

Whereupon this nose the glasses might rest,

A head such as this has passed so many gruelling tests,

And there are times this head may look a bit rough,

This is because it holds so much heavy stuff,

I’ll forgive you for thinking this head a bit large,

But it give’s good advice without any charge,

As freely and easily it tries to make you all smile,

For family and friend this head goes that extra mile,

If you still think that this head is a wee bit too big,

Try conversing you’ll be amazed at what you find if you dig.

16-Oct-11


Spent life.


To what end are we living this life,

Causing each other all kinds of bother and strife,

While around us every day somebody has died,

Leaving behind those who wish they never lied,

About mundane things just to be talking,

In less fortunate shoes we should try walking,

No matter how hard things might seem to be,

Remember there are some less well off then we,

Some have ailments which put them, in an early grave,

Some may have talents which for us could help save,

There are some, who just look sad every day,

These are the one’s, for whom we should pray,

In all that we meet as we go about our daily chores,

Let us forget the business of settling scores,

It’s not worth the hassle be it yours or mine,

Things have a way of easing with the passage of time,

And all you once thought was worth such a fight,

Is meaningless when the row is made light,

Each of us is part of the whole human race,

Though we all present a different face,

Looking different yet all of us the same,

Playing at life as though it is a game,

Like all things it is over without a 2nd chance,

A lifetime gone by in a fleeting glance,

And before you realize it your time has past,

And now you wish those rows didn’t last,

They appear like moments lost in a dream,

Too late you think no chance to redeem,

For all who live must come to an end,

Making any misunderstanding worthless to defend,

And while we go about all our life’s chores,

Let’s try keeping open all those doors,

And in our beds as all to sleep must lye,

To forgive and forget bad things should try,

And deliver to none such things as hurt or pain,

For life is short and there is nothing to gain,

As quietly as we go no need to shout,

Memories left behind are what life is really all about.

06.10.2011