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Excerpts from my book of poetry entitled
"IT"
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"IT"
If life is what you make of it
And pleasure is all you take from it
Then who am I
To just stand by
I’ll make you question just for the sake of it
For Kafka to evolve it
For Freud to try to solve it
Although the search for reason
Continues from season to season
Time will forever dissolve it
It’s easy to forget it
And never to regret it
But I won’t let
This simple mind set
To allow you to plead "I don’t get it"
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"Link"
The missing link
It binds a past of horrors
To a future of hope
It’s the weakest link
Binding without strength
But necessary
In the construction of the chain
If pulled on suddenly
Or twisted by adversity
It bends out of proportion
And eventually breaks
This vital link is defective
It is temporary
Created to carry on creation
But finally mutation leads to mutilation
It must give way
It must not survive
Without its presence
The chain is strengthend
From the overwhelming pain of the survivor
To the elation and depression of their children
To hope and enthusiasm of their grand-children
Who, through their own strength will fulfil the dream
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"Choices"
Whether it’s the pills,
Or time alone has healed,
Ready or not
I must enter the field
To decide our fate-
My wife’s and children’s too-
No more time to wait
With needs many and hopes few.
Choices appear and disappear
The sullen night, the morning fear,
The difficult days exhaust
To where the evening is lost;
And family and friends pay the cost
Of knowing someone
Who suffers, more often then not,
From melancholia or mania
That is my lot.
But, life has had its memorable moments,
Some that I savour.
And, my wife and children,
And a small group of friends,
Have made life’s labour
Worth its end.