Poetry
The Autumn Years
OR
With your love by your side may you
Toddle doon the bray together.
Quote from
my extremely sentimental and
romantic Highlander Father:
By David:
The romantics and the poets
And the writers of love songs
Assume with youthful arrogance
Love's just meant for the young.
They are contemptuous in their galled conceit
Ernest and passionate springlike and new
No one can feel as they do.
They do not see two sturdy trees
With time and love grown intertwined
Sinewy branches interlocked
An unyielding strong and stable force
In the deep rich soil that they created
Saplings and seedlings flourish below
But of these enduring feelings
The young ones do not know.
Like them we danced the dance in May
Searching the world with frenzied zeal
As though time itself was at our heels
Until we found our other half
Companion, lover, comrade, friend
Oh we don't pretend that May's still here
The scars of life remind us well
The hip, grey beard and wrinkled smile
Badges of honour for a life well lived
Happy in our Autumn skin
Appreciating each day together
We grasp the fact the clock ticks on
So let them presume it's all for them
The emotions, the joy and yes the fun
Without the little ones in our charge
And obligations to a few
We have the time to slowly fall
Back under each others spell.
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Mammon by David:
Is this the promise of things to come? Dried up rivers and burning sun? Flash floods and heathland fires. Too few swallows on telegraph wires. Where are the martins in our skies? Where are the moths and the butterflies? Where are the grasshoppers, where are the bees? We've lost all our hedges and most of our trees. We've poisoned the land, we've poisoned the air We've poisoned the sea but we don't seem to care. So how long have we got till humanity's gone? Sacrificed all to the Great God Mammon!
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