Biggus
08-10-2013, 11:45 AM
SHE WAS SILVER HAIRED
She was silver haired
And her face was lined
But she was content
And felt blessed
To have lived long enough
To have grey hair,
And to have had
Such a happy life
That the laughter of her youth
Was etched into her face
WEST OF KINTYRE # 3
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep cliffs
On a day so crisp and clear
And looked out towards the west
Where it was possible to make out
Malin Head in Donegal
I’M HAPPIER NOW I’VE GOTTEN OLDER
I’m happier now I’ve gotten older,
I’ve learned to ignore the negative
And care less what people think
So now it’s easier to be positive
A THOUSAND SOULS
A thousand souls
Plus half a thousand more
Never again to feel
Land beneath their feet
Lost to the icy deep
For man’s conceit
And lay their still
In companionable rest
Beneath the icy sea
With the unsinkable lady
Of the White Star Line
I CAN ONLY GUESS AT
I can only guess at
What the future might hold
Will I even make old bones?
Not that I want to live forever,
But whatever age I achieve
I don’t want to look back
And wonder what might have been
So I will live every day
Like it was to be my last
So at the end
I will not lament my past
And now I will not worry
About what might be
SMOOTH SOFT STONES
Smooth soft stones
Picked from the beach
Rounded and smooth
To the touch
Opened a floodgate
In my mind
As distant memories
Rushed in
Of a different time and place
A simpler time
And way of life
When hours could be spent
In the innocent pursuit
Of ducks and drakes
I DON’T COMPLAIN ABOUT
I don’t complain about
My silver hair and wrinkled face
I’ve lived a long life
And laughed more than my share
I’m content as so many
Of my generation never laughed,
And so many died before
Their hair has time to turn grey
I’M AT THE STAGE IN LIFE
I’m at the stage in life
When I’m sometimes forgetful
Although let’s face it
There’s a lot in life
That is better off forgotten
But as forgetful as I am
I never forget the important things
She was silver haired
And her face was lined
But she was content
And felt blessed
To have lived long enough
To have grey hair,
And to have had
Such a happy life
That the laughter of her youth
Was etched into her face
WEST OF KINTYRE # 3
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep cliffs
On a day so crisp and clear
And looked out towards the west
Where it was possible to make out
Malin Head in Donegal
I’M HAPPIER NOW I’VE GOTTEN OLDER
I’m happier now I’ve gotten older,
I’ve learned to ignore the negative
And care less what people think
So now it’s easier to be positive
A THOUSAND SOULS
A thousand souls
Plus half a thousand more
Never again to feel
Land beneath their feet
Lost to the icy deep
For man’s conceit
And lay their still
In companionable rest
Beneath the icy sea
With the unsinkable lady
Of the White Star Line
I CAN ONLY GUESS AT
I can only guess at
What the future might hold
Will I even make old bones?
Not that I want to live forever,
But whatever age I achieve
I don’t want to look back
And wonder what might have been
So I will live every day
Like it was to be my last
So at the end
I will not lament my past
And now I will not worry
About what might be
SMOOTH SOFT STONES
Smooth soft stones
Picked from the beach
Rounded and smooth
To the touch
Opened a floodgate
In my mind
As distant memories
Rushed in
Of a different time and place
A simpler time
And way of life
When hours could be spent
In the innocent pursuit
Of ducks and drakes
I DON’T COMPLAIN ABOUT
I don’t complain about
My silver hair and wrinkled face
I’ve lived a long life
And laughed more than my share
I’m content as so many
Of my generation never laughed,
And so many died before
Their hair has time to turn grey
I’M AT THE STAGE IN LIFE
I’m at the stage in life
When I’m sometimes forgetful
Although let’s face it
There’s a lot in life
That is better off forgotten
But as forgetful as I am
I never forget the important things