A Life…and no regret. (updated)

I have made an old journey again this week
I’ve made it right back through my childhood
I’ve done it in music, it is the best way.
The memories remain and are still sharp today.
I grew up listening to Johnny Otis and Clyde McPhatter
Johnny Ray, Little Richard, I much preferred the latter.
I was a child in the fifties, a teen in the sixties
Now I’m in my seventies but my head’s thirty two.
You never forget, but you shouldn’t grow old
Stay with your soul but always be bold
Live for the moment, say how you feel
Most people agree, but are scared and appeal.
Live for the moment, live for the now
Always look forward and never look back
Keep thinking those young thoughts
And just don’t take the flack.

©Joe Wilson – A life…and no regret…2013

The Circle of Life.

They run, they laugh, they skip, they climb, there activity stuns, everyday.
We watch, we smile, we enjoy, we play, we’re young again like they.
What a wonderful feeling playing games with grandchildren, they teach you as much as they learn.
We played with our children, and now our grandchildren, as the circle of life carries on.

The girl likes to climb, the boy likes to run, and they both do them both with such vigour.
They can be reading or not, but then they’re off like a shot, as if somebody just pulled a trigger.
They’re a joy, and so funny, as they grow, as they learn, and they question so much that they see.
It’s a task to embrace as you keep a straight face, as you answer them to their shouts of glee.

©JRW2013
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What’s going on in there?

There it is,  that thought, again! 
What is it?  Is it my mind playing tricks?

I see life as a battle
A war between my mind and another mind.

Who’s in control? Me or it!
Or is it him, or her? My feminine side!

Who cares! For now it’s me.
And for the moment I function
But only as a male human being.

How do I do?  Christ! I don’t know.
I just do my best.  I do.  I do!

©Joe Wilson – What’s going on in there?..2013

Gone Fishing

I’m sitting here shivering and waiting
And I’m not having very much luck
While Tom over there has a net full of perch
There’s nowt on the end of my hook.

It’ll be just the same when we next go
Tom’ll fill up his net with some bream
Me, I’ll catch me a couple of minnows
But I’ll smile when I’d much rather scream.

But wait! The carp season cometh
And it’s my turn to have me some fun
The one way that he’d catch a leather
Is to shoot at the thing with a gun.

The carp, what a mighty opponent
Has such power and grace all in one
But poor Tom as he lifts up his ledger
Finds no fish, and the bait has all gone.

To a Carp…

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Cyprinus Carpio swim you round
Powerful strokes, nary a sound
E’er so watchful, elegant thing
As lions to jungles, in pools you’re king.

Noble fish you swiftly go
In silence through the water’s flow
And though I’ll catch you one fine day
I’ll put you back, you’ll swim away.

 

©Joe Wilson – To a Carp…2014

The Lonely Man

He sat there lonely, very sad

Redundancy was very bad

You’re too old at forty-eight

Go and sit, and wait – and wait.

And after he had sat and waited

Pride had gone, he felt deflated

No one would ask him

No one would care

Who’d want to know

Why he was sat there!

And thus he sat as he was told

On old park benches, tired and cold

Until one day he simply died

Nobody missed him, nobody cried.

He was far too young at fifty-seven

To leave his bench and find his Heaven.

RIP

But, no one had asked him

No one had cared

His dignity gone

He’d completely despaired.

Down at the Sahara Savoy

He lay down dying in the sand

And reached out with his withered hand

The only one that he had got

The other hacked off while he shot

At all hunters milling round

Who’d wrestled him down to the ground

And taken what he needed most

It was required by me, Mine Host

And though he couldn’t make a noise

They’d cut his tongue out, he’d no voice

Still I knew he understood

It wouldn’t do, it was no good!

He couldn’t have the apple pieImage

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In my restaurant – you wear a tie!!

(To be spoken with increasing speed, gusto and volume!)

©Joe Wilson – Down at the Sahara Savoy.. 1996/2013