The Final Part…
He’s retired now himself, my boy Clem
And home to the cottage he came
For Libby, his wife and Clem look for us now
It’s back’ards but things ain’t the same.
And we all live a life of quiet now
In the village where the river’s in spate.
We watch from the garden as the days just go by
Rarely leaving through our creaky gate.
But it’s good to be here in the village
With our kinfolk not too far away
With Libby and Clem here beside us
It’s different but the clouds aren’t just grey.
There will come a time when I shuffle off too
But not too soon I hope, not too soon
For there’s lots of odd things that I’ve still yet to do
Not wrapped up in some useless cocoon.
©Joe Wilson - The Final Part…2021
A final part to ‘Dreaming of home’ and ‘More thoughts of Home.’
All three were written in a style similar to O. Henry
[William Sidney Porter (1862 – 1910)]
…and yet when finally I drew back the curtain, life was still there ticking away as always. For in truth, ‘time really does wait for no one’. My self-all-absorbing grief, is only a very small pothole along the much larger global road of life. I don’t care, it is my pothole.
I touch her things, my fingers gently passing over her wedding ring and her watch, both of which she had worn every day since we had married some forty eight years earlier. It has been four months since she was stolen away from me, she was taken away in an ambulance and I never saw her again. Even worse I never got to speak to her again. That is what I miss most of all, I will never hear her voice again. It could be, ‘can you pass me the butter knife please?’ or ‘have you read this article in the paper?’ or ‘I love you.’ I will never hear her say anything again. That breaks my heart.
Potholes get repaired but I am like the local council and their repair schedule, I will take forever.
I miss you so very much my skin aches for your touch
The gentle contact of lovers and experience mixed
But the year of heartache severed the whole
And the love in my heart cannot now be fixed.
I lost my girl so cruelly to the ills of life
The best half of two was you, my wife
Now I sit here and stare at blank painted walls
Where I’ll sit for the rest of my life.
How sad life can be, how stark and cold
How riddled with grief can we cope
How lonely the life that gets left behind
Close your curtains, abandon all hope.
©JRW – Blank walls…2021
It was becoming a bad habit
Constantly drinking himself to oblivion.
Four Roses was fine Kentucky Straight bourbon
But it couldn’t go on, forever drunk
Vomiting like a slob, covering himself in puke
Waking in the early hours covered in snot and sweat.
He had to get to grips before the grips got him
Time to put the bottle away before he couldn’t
Life was once so straightforward
And then it wasn’t.
©Joe Wilson – Wasted…2021
…and having moved on, where to go
His active brain just did not know
And so, he tried to think a while
An hour passed and then a smile.
He`d take up writing, yes, he would
Able, or not, deciding he could
And so, he took his brain and quill
Then sat for hours, thinking still.
The page was bare, and hunger called
At lack of progress, he was appalled
But after lunch he did decree
The page would fill, just wait and see.
The lunch was long, the wine did flow
Refusing top-ups, he got slow
And so, he slept all afternoon
Finally woken but far too soon.
His head was sore, his own fault, true
But nausea called, twas to the loo
Where all his sorrows left his gut
More care in what goes in he`ll put.
No words he`d writ, no words at all
This writing lark was not a ball
He couldn`t put the thoughts together
Drunkenness made it heavy weather!
So, he would try another day
To put on paper things to say
And nauseous still, he went to bed
To rest his unproductive head.
©JRW2021…Writing when drunk.
And though she who I so loved is now glorious free
I still feel the lightness of her love surrounding me
For as I have reduced by so much painful sorrow
Yet she warms my heart to help me find tomorrow.
And realise I how great a gift that I was granted
A love so true could never be supplanted.
©JRW2021…A love so true.
The hardest part is the loneliness
Where once the room seemed so full
Then suddenly, you left the room
And all that’s left seems just dull.
Alone with all my memories
Of a lifetime spent with you
We knew the time would come one day
And so it did — but far too soon.
I can barely think a single thought
Without you play some part
And though you are now ash and dust
You’re always in my heart.
I write these words down only to ease the ache in my chest
The words that can’t do justice to the half of us that was best.
The virus lingered
People were dying
Autumn this year
Has many crying.
The third act in the year
Such bright red hue
This year – Corona
And the two metre queue.
With no end in sight
People are frustrated
Millions in lockdown
©Joe Wilson – A new kind of Autumn…2020
It was so hard to tell what was being said
The nurse was completely covered
Her voice so distorted through the mask she wore
She was his saviour, into her hands his life he’d put.
And through it all he wrestled with his guilt
The disease he’d caught on holiday with friends
Some of whom no longer lived as he now seemed
He hoped he hadn’t passed it on as seemed the trend.
Nurses, doctors, cleaners too, all played a part in caring
He was amazed at courage that’s never shown to us
How close they monitor each slightest change in him
And others too, they tend them all without a fuss.
And some of them, so close to this such dire threat
Still will come to work amidst such death
And suffer too a fate so awful to us all
As they as angels take their final breath.
And so it goes
And so it goes
Some things are that deadly.
©Joe Wilson – Unmonitored Courage…2020
Why do we put power into the hands of fools? They buy their way in in the main of course, but we in turn vote for them. What reckless fools are we! If we look at the countries currently being led by women it becomes clear that they have a far, far better grip on the realities of coronavirus than those being led by bull-headed and sometimes terrifying men. Germany, New Zealand, Iceland, Taiwan, Finland, Norway and Denmark are all handling the crisis far better than the UK, America, Russia, Brazil, Mexico, India, The Philippines, Hungary, not forgetting Israel either. Their approach has been honest for a start, they have been swift to act, and they have been decisive. We have still much to learn about this terrible virus and these women leaders seem more open to understanding this and wiser in their sharing knowledge with those who they care for.
For far too long women have not been encouraged in any number into the decision making process of leadership roles. It is a terrible shame that it takes a crisis such as this to show quite clearly that women are more than up to the challenge.