Fate is in our own hands…

In that moment, just before…
I wonder what you were thinking
Did you believe that you’d be brave enough
Or were your spirits already shrinking
And during that time when you etched out your future
Were your tear-filled eyes even then blinking.

And to which vital moment might I now refer
The job interview maybe, that you really feared
Or was it that long-ago speeding offence
That you always wished had just disappeared.
Or was it the time when you fell in love
And got tongue-tied when wanting a date
The way that you never knew whether to kiss
On that first goodnight at her garden gate.
Whichever it was, was a long time ago
Yet you wonder now as you recall
Perhaps if you’d acted in different ways
But you played straight and let the die fall.

Who knows – we just do the best that we can
And hope that life treats us quite well
We sympathise with those who get kicked in the teeth
Feeling lucky we don’t share their hell!!

©Joe Wilson – Fate is in our own hands…2015

The end of the road…

Rain making trails down miserable windows
Heralding a new forgettable day
Mirrored his thoughts and down-in-dumps feelings
He stared through the glass with nothing to say.
A glass on the table from yesterday evening
Stale smelling whisky he’d somehow not supped
Sitting now, staring and thinking of dying
A dejected man, head in hands that were cupped.

Suddenly a hand shot out to the whisky
Whisky sent flying, glass smashed on the floor
He couldn’t be bothered to reach for another
So he uncorked the bottle and from it drank more.
All round the sense of his failure clung to him
He’d let down a wife and a family for sure
The way that he had he just couldn’t remember
As he lifted the bottle for just one more pour.

Slow and contemptuous of himself he rose
Very much faster he stumbled and fell
He hadn’t seen soap in over a week now
Yet strangely he never even noticed the smell.
A voice in his head told him drink down another
Another said you’ve had enough for the day
They were both in his head so to him didn’t matter
As he tipped back the bottle and drank anyway.

And that’s how they found him, a heap on the floor
Drunk like the others with a bottle in his fist
They took him, washed him, and bed him for the night
And wondered as always, if this man was missed.
Daytime arrives, and the sun fills the sky
The man, like the others, wakes up very late
But sunshine means little as he sips on his bottle
He’s much too far gone to the hands of his fate.

©Joe Wilson – The end of the road…2015

Fate (a Sonnet)

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The twists of fate that brought me here
Have often lead to places anew
But the most enjoyable twists of fate
Are the ones that brought me to you.
Even in the very darkest of times
When life seemed so desperately blue
We’ve loved together and stood together
And beaten the odds and won through.
There are sorrows too that we don’t talk of
A pall of great sadness may descend
But we care for each other till the hurting subsides
And we do that as lovers and as friends.
My life would be that much less without you
I’m so happy that you feel that way too.

 

Joe Wilson – Fate (a Sonnet) 2014