Bittersweet

No place for children

How very sweet the roses smell
In the evening setting sun
As round a garden table sat
We drink fine wine and tales we tell.

Recalling things of little worth
As chat one does with friends
A little quiet spot we’ve found
Our peaceful place on Earth.

And yet – for others Hell will rain
As bombs fall from the sky
They’re simply people just like us
Caught up, in wars insane.

Such violence is the modern tone
And innocence lives no more
Where far away yet more will die
As they yield to anonymous drone.

And now the roses seem so bitter
A trifle in the scheme
While children fall to violence
And get scattered like so much litter…

©Joe Wilson – Bittersweet…2016

Ode to St Valentine…

 

 

Those sad red roses that smelled so sweet

Seemed to wither  to nothing in my hand

For by comparison to you my love

What chance did they ever stand!

 

So here we are at St Valentine’s Day

It’s only you that I’ll ever need

My heart and my soul I gave to you

And for me, my spirit you freed.

 

©Joe Wilson – Ode to St Valentine…2015