Biggus
08-16-2013, 09:07 AM
I LOOK AHEAD OF ME
I look ahead of me,
Across the unknown years
And I wonder:
Will I like being old?
Or even like the person
That I will become?
IF PEOPLE MAKE DEMANDS OF YOU
If people make demands of you
Disarm them skilfully
Give them more than they expect
And do it cheerfully
EVERYONE WANTS TO BE THE STAR
Everyone wants to be the star
Of their own life story
But life isn’t like a movie
You don’t get the chance
To re-take the scenes you mess up
And it isn’t like a play
That can be painstakingly rehearsed
You have to go on cold
You may dry up or miss your cue
Or fluff your lines
You may need prompting
You will probably have to improvise
But it’s up to you how the drama unfolds
And whether you are hero or villain
WHEN I WAS AT SCHOOL
When I was at school
Our English teacher, Mrs Rowan
Once asked of us as homework,
During the half term holiday
To memorize our favourite poem,
This was met by groans,
By the class, but not me
I chose A.E.Housman’s
“Ode to an athlete dying young”
And it has stayed with me ever since
LOOKING AFTER THE PENNIES
When I was a boy
I saved my pennies
For a rainy day
I saved every cent,
My pocket money
Every Friday
The Money back
On the empties
A paper round
In the morning
And delivering
The Weekly Sport
On a Saturday evening
Cleaning Grandmas windows
And Odd jobs
For the neighbours
Then on Saturday morning
I’d take it all,
The Ten bob notes
And tanners,
Halfpennies
And threepenny bits
And pay it all in
To my Post Office savings
EAST OF KINTYRE
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep cliffs
On a day so crisp and clear
And looked out towards the east
And it was possible to see
The mystical Ailsa Craig
And the Ayrshire coast beyond
IT’S THE END OF MY AUTUMN DAYS
It’s the end of my autumn days
When heavens siren sings
And amidst a russet dawn
I hear deaths silent wings
I look ahead of me,
Across the unknown years
And I wonder:
Will I like being old?
Or even like the person
That I will become?
IF PEOPLE MAKE DEMANDS OF YOU
If people make demands of you
Disarm them skilfully
Give them more than they expect
And do it cheerfully
EVERYONE WANTS TO BE THE STAR
Everyone wants to be the star
Of their own life story
But life isn’t like a movie
You don’t get the chance
To re-take the scenes you mess up
And it isn’t like a play
That can be painstakingly rehearsed
You have to go on cold
You may dry up or miss your cue
Or fluff your lines
You may need prompting
You will probably have to improvise
But it’s up to you how the drama unfolds
And whether you are hero or villain
WHEN I WAS AT SCHOOL
When I was at school
Our English teacher, Mrs Rowan
Once asked of us as homework,
During the half term holiday
To memorize our favourite poem,
This was met by groans,
By the class, but not me
I chose A.E.Housman’s
“Ode to an athlete dying young”
And it has stayed with me ever since
LOOKING AFTER THE PENNIES
When I was a boy
I saved my pennies
For a rainy day
I saved every cent,
My pocket money
Every Friday
The Money back
On the empties
A paper round
In the morning
And delivering
The Weekly Sport
On a Saturday evening
Cleaning Grandmas windows
And Odd jobs
For the neighbours
Then on Saturday morning
I’d take it all,
The Ten bob notes
And tanners,
Halfpennies
And threepenny bits
And pay it all in
To my Post Office savings
EAST OF KINTYRE
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep cliffs
On a day so crisp and clear
And looked out towards the east
And it was possible to see
The mystical Ailsa Craig
And the Ayrshire coast beyond
IT’S THE END OF MY AUTUMN DAYS
It’s the end of my autumn days
When heavens siren sings
And amidst a russet dawn
I hear deaths silent wings