fading memories

Fading memories

 

When I am dead, and no longer around,

Will you recall one thing, I have said?

When you have burned me, or buried me, underground,

In the paper, will nice things, ever be read,

 

Will you recall, one single time,

We laughed together, at life,

Because of trauma, either yours or mine,

When stress, was running rife?

 

And having overcome the worry,

Glad that I was there,

I didn’t run off in a hurry,

I stayed and showed I care,

 

While I live on this green earth,

Before my time is done,

With those held true, I’ll share my heart,

I’ll walk with them or run,

 

All the good that I can do,

I will do so; I’ll try my best,

Honest fair and always true,

Hope I pass life’s test,

 

Don’t wait until; I am in my grave,

To rectify any wrong,

The time is now, our memories save,

Together, sing life’s song,

 

For all that has been, lays in the past,

What’s coming to us all, who knows?

A willingness to forgive, should forever last,

Whomever, stood on our toes,

 

Recall me now, while I’m still here,

I’m never too far away,

If all that holds you back, is fear,

Memories fade faster, day by day.

tethered length

Tethered length

 

 

“I’m at the end of my tether” you said,

“I have nothing left to say,

Tried it all inside my head,

And still, there is no way”,

 

Perhaps, the time has come,

To take a step right back,

All the efforts have been run,

Success is what we lack,

 

Time is what is needed,

Pray there is enough,

When all words go unheeded,

Things get kinda tough,

 

Your tether, you say,

Has come, to its own end,

Holding it night and day,

Life is good, you pretend,

 

But when is enough, just enough,

We all differ in how we cope,

Daily living and all that stuff,

Has us tethered, to some kind of rope,

 

Family ties, and friends, who try,

Their ropes, some long, some short,

Their length of care, we can’t deny,

In our lives to be a part,

 

So, it’s the end of your tether, you say,

You just ran out of strength,

Check your rope and pray,

We all have sufficient length.

fixing the fixers?

Who fixes the fixers?

 

Every family has one, a fixer so to speak,

They fix all manner of things, hiding under the roof,

Family issues, for the strong and the meek,

Never ask for anything, they need no proof,

 

Don’t ask, if you are right or wrong,

Making the effort and trying, their best,

Keeping secrets, moving right along,

So others can sleep, and get some rest,

 

Fixers we call them, one and all,

Always showing up, to lend a hand,

Yet, who can these fixers call,

When things for them, are not so grand,

 

Who will fix the fixer’s woes?

When the issue is theirs, who can they call,

In their mind, weakness is what it shows,

Not asking for help, they’d rather fall,

 

“I would have called, you should have said,”

Simply words, after the fact,

Somewhere, deep inside their head,

You would have known, if you kept in contact,

 

So fixers fix, most wrongs from right,

Stand by you, through thick and thin,

Alone they stand, but for you will fight,

Having cared for years, from deep within,

 

They will not hint, nor ask your favour,

But will shyly take an offered hand,

Will sit alone, depression savour,

When all for them, is not so grand,

 

So who helps the fixer, when the fixer has a fall?

Who cleans the mess, they find themselves in,

There is no place, nor number they can call?

Sadly they’re not able, their issues lay within.

unforgotten past

Unforgotten past

 

To all who know me, and know me well,

I’ve learned my lessons, ye taught me well,

The more I try, the less I get,

More importantly, I don’t forget,

 

And so I tried, for years a must,

Sentenced now, I fear unjust,

Spoiled forever, the name I had,

No more effort, for this I’m glad,

 

So on my way, I travel fast,

Yet never will, forget my past,

It taught me well, it taught me you,

A better man, stood tall and true,

 

But never fear, if we should meet,

My smile to you, I’ll always greet,

And though at times, it is hard to find,

I’ve travelled on, left you behind,

 

Where once you held, a place on high,

Too many times, did me deny,

Some hurt, some pain, I hid it well,

So much so, you couldn’t tell,

 

My journey long, my journey short,

It was up to you, if you’d take part,

My door was open, my kettle boiled,

My best effort, your action spoiled,

 

So I travel on, and I travel true,

The building of bridges, I leave to you,

I ask you this, when called you last.

The door now closed, unforgotten past.

The oyster palace dromkeen

The oyster palace dromkeen

 

It was the only place to go,

To meet a fine young lass,

You’d just never know?

The faces, that you’d pass,

 

Here, all the big bands played,

The oyster in dromkeen,

Where nerves, were oft times frayed,

Thin Lizzy might be seen,

 

And Brenden Boyer too,

With his show band show,

Some love would blossom true,

And marriage, don’t you know,

 

Courting couples kissing,

On their way back home,

Memories now gone missing,

Music now silent and alone,

 

It was a Saturday night’s desire,

To visit the oyster, in dromkeen

Sadly taken now, by fire,

No more the like, will ere be seen,

 

The memories that were made,

In a place once filled with life,

While dancing unafraid,

Found many a husband or a wife,

 

As the fire slowly wanes,

Smoke filled memories idle by,

The oyster palace rose in flames,

To us waved its last goodbye.

the silent sitter

The silent sitter

 

I sit with many faces; give advice the best I can,

Go to many places, I walk, I crawled, I ran,

Always I have been there, to lend a helping hand,

Honest, true and fair, tried to make things grand,

 

I’ve sat and had a chat, with him, or her or those,

My opinion, on this or that, with anyone I chose,

But when the talking is over, an empty chair I see,

I am everyone’s four leafed clover, but no one sits with me,

 

In all the high’s and low’s, no one dares to ask,

I’m quiet no one, knows, if I’m bothered by some task,

When the talk is done, they have left me in my chair,

They leave together as one, sat alone just seems unfair,

 

My door is always open, my kettle always boiled,

A missed chance, unspoken, alone my day is spoiled,

Friends I have aplenty, lives busy, they are glad,

Paupers and some gentry, can’t tell if, I’m happy or sad,

 

I listen to the woes; I help out if I can,

To great highs and lows, forward thinking plans,

But when the day has ended, my worries are my own,

This empty chair upended, I worry on my own,

 

With the listener, who will sit; lend him their wise old ear,

Make it their remit, use caution without fear,

Be honest in their chat; tell no one what was said,

No chair for all of that, thoughts swirling round my head,

 

I sit with many faces, others’ lives I see,

Through them visit many places, but no one sits, with me,

An open door, a kettle boiled, no invitation needed,

A lifelong trait myself I spoiled, forever I’ll go unheeded

leaving

Leaving

 

I used up the last of your butter today,

Well, we were reared never to waste,

You were leaving; there was little to say,

I watched you head off in haste,

 

Leaving behind, broken ideas, of what should have been,

Your life packed, into one large suitcase,

That in itself was a sight to be seen,

Another life, rather than the old one face,

 

Take whatever is left you said,

You have no use for any of it now,

Family ties, barely existing, better life ahead,

Not enough effort made, by all somehow,

 

I used that tin opener, it was a treat,

I felt a bit used, but in a nice way,

Being useful is better than living defeat,

The suitcase filled with remorse, on your leaving day,

 

All the what if’s and, we could have’s, remain,

In a house that was, just a place to be,

Most from visiting, had long since refrained,

Leaving, knowing those you would never again see,

 

On the morning you were due to fly out,

I thought you might have had a few calls,

Someone to give you a wave and a shout,

There was only me, who’d picked you up from a few falls,

 

I tried to make it as easy as I could,

But we all, could have tried a little more,

Too many egos, not doing what they should,

Leaving means, we won’t see each other anymore,

 

Good or bad, as on this life, you pull those shutters,

Rest assured, you were reared well and true,

As I said, no waste, I used up the last of your butter,

A lifetime of memories, I saw leaving with you,