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poems read at the whitehouse last night

Our place


Somewhere out there there’s a place for us,

A place where no one makes any kind of fuss,

Somewhere we can be just who we think we are,

To find it we shouldn’t need to travel too far,

Taking a step back at times will show you you’re way,

You’re path in life the one from which you don’t stray,

It’s the path we all should take young or old,

One which we know well and were never told,

It’s not of a child a son daughter or mother,

Nor is it father uncle or one of the other’s,

It is none other then the act of just being kind,

To all you encounter whomever you find,

A simple act to any woman or man,

Showing them you care as much as you can,

Seeing a smile just light up their face,

With no hidden agenda doing it with grace,

Your first thought should always be fair,

To show all of mankind the way that you care,

And for humanity that you can rise above,

Any and all things showing your love,

For where would we be if nobody cared,

If we kept it all inside and none of us shared,

This world would not be a good place to live,

If most of us were dishonest and failed to give,

The truth and love that each of us deserve,

To share with all our nature to preserve,

While all about us looks like impending doom,

Humanity will rise above the gloom,

And present to any one who cared,

A love for their fellow man that’s shared,

And in sharing honesty truth and trust,

Throughout humanity should be a must,

All these things point you to the path you must find,

There is enough love in this life for all of mankind,

Somewhere out there for us there’s a place,

It’s written on each and every smiling face.

3 October 2011

and the 2nd
 
The holy nun


A long time ago there lived an old woman its true,

And no she didn’t live in somebody’s shoe,

She lived in the ground floor flat near our home,

And she was a widow, who lived on her own,

She wore her hair wrapped and tied up in a bun,

And as children we called her names for fun,

She had bars on her windows it looked like a cage,

And when we called her names she’d fly into a rage,

Chasing us with her long handled broom,

As kids we all ran away singing in tune,

Penny bun was a holy nun, come out and chase us all for fun,

And out she’d come swinging that broom in her hand,

And we’d all scatter hoping we would be grand,

Until one day when we sang for her to chase us and play,

We were told an ambulance had come to take her away,

I asked my mother what was wrong.

Perhaps she said there might have been 1 too many a song,

She is an old lady and sometimes old people get sick,

Even if she plays and chases you all with her stick,

If you like I will take ye to see her this weekend,

Sunday she said our best wishes we’ll send,

And on Sunday she took about 8 of us along,

To see penny bun but without the old song,

That city home was a fairly dismal old place,

To us kids the people had a deathly look on their face,

Then up to her room and she lay still in her bed,

All of us thought this woman was dead,

And as we approached scared across the shiny floor,

She screamed loudly and we all ran straight for the door,

Penny bun this holy nun scared you all see how you run,

Both her and my mother just laughed at the sight,

Of all of us just stood there in rigid in fright,

And then told us her story of why she lives on our block,

Of how happy she’d be if we would call to her door and knock,

From then we’d run errands when she wasn’t quite well,

And sit for hours listening to the stories she’d tell,

When the angelus came on she would kneel down and pray,

Bless all these kids for calling lord and keep them safe each day,

Give me back some strength so I can tie my hair up in a bun,

So I can chase them round the block and we can have some fun.

23-Sep-11

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