That is shining now

Searching my memory - did I really do all those things?

Where are all the people I didn't meet

all the things I never saw

the places I never went to

the books I never read

are they on the benches that I walked past 

on imaginary seafronts 

to sit awhile

tasting the waves that were never there

in the breeze that didn't blow

under the sun that wouldn't shine - the same sun that is shining now

Has it already started

What was I before I was me?

Where was that?

What happened to the time when I was younger - where's all that gone to?

Was I me back then - like I'm me now?

How long is now

what actually happens to it

has now finished

and if it has

when does later start - is it now

...or now

...or now even?

Maybe it's tomorrow

I'd like to go back to yesterday - I want a second go at it!

I'd like to skip the future

or is it too late?

Maybe the future's already started - if I have one that is!

Might my future die

like I will die

when does all that start - or has it started already?

Rain

Rain - sort yourself out!

You're either expected - or you're not

we might be waiting for you start

or waiting for you to stop

we either want more of you

or we want less - but you never arrive in the right amount at the right time

you're either too fine - so don't start properly 

or you're too heavy and you smash our greenhouse windows

you're wanted over here - but only fall over there 

you either fall constantly 

or intermittently - and we go out without a coat and get soaked!

you were most definitely forecast - but you don't show

you surprise us on a trip out

or we water our garden because they promised you weren't coming - then you chuck it down!

Rain!

Sort yourself out!

Despite

Despite having to drive sensibly 

despite the chattering of the wiper blades

despite the blurry view distorting everything through the cars windows

despite the grey skies and heavy clouds 

despite the splash of the wheels through the many puddles

despite the endless miles of heavily soaked gorse

despite the little streams running down the primrose clad lanes

and the dark skies hiding the wonderful vistas which you can't quite see

despite the moss covered trees soaked in it

despite the droplets on the surface of puddles distorting reflections

despite the need for a coat at the beach

despite the need to eat your picnic sat inside your car and not on a soft warm rug on the sand

despite the days activities being cancelled 

and the swim in the sea being postponed - for today at least...

Never mind

for this is Cornwall - and a drop of rain is what makes it so beautiful!

Crows in Graveyards

An intelligent creature is the crow

they know that the type of humans which "live" in a graveyard 

won't disturb them high in their trees

and that the other sort 

the ones that just pop by 

don't seem to stay long anyway!

the crow knows a graveyard is a long established 

and secure environment 

and as such is well stocked 

with many tasty creatures 

so they know there'll be lots of their favourite food to eat - which is basically anything!

they also know there'll be places to shelter and roost and discuss the latest topics with mates on nearby branches

and social gatherings aren't likely to be interrupted by the residents below

so the chances of finding a mate are high 

which makes it a fantastic place to start a family!

and seeing that crows are a symbol of death

and have been seen gathering 'round dead members of their flock, 

as if to learn about potential dangers...

well

...a graveyard seems an appropriate place to find crows in - doesn't it?

The Little People

Politics - politicians!

politicians rule

you think you are in charge of me

so treat me like a fool

you squeeze us 'til our "pips" squeak

you just don't have a clue

with only 24 hours a day

what are we to do

we are the masses

the ones who do the jobs 

you call us the "hoi poloi"

and we call you the "nobs"

but we're the countries back-bone 

the fixers and the doers

we'd like to see you emptying bins

or working down the sewers

what is it that we get from you

high taxes and higher bills

just a load of misery 

to give you all some thrills

as then you sharpen up your knifes 

and we get all your cuts

'til we are left with no spare cash

come on - kick us in the guts!

so what's it like being us

let me tell you; it ain't funny

it's not a joke to live this way

too much month at the end of the money

these increases won't effect you

"alice through the looking-glass"

looking down as you whizz by

sipping tea in your first-class

you are running parliament 

your hands on the purse strings

you've got options you can take

swanning around like you are kings!

But ..

we are the little people

we who cast your vote to win

listen to us when we shout

or next time

you just  

might not

get in