Two wise oak trees
Standing on a hill
Withstanding all weather
Down pours the rain
Out comes the sun
Strong they stand together
Category: Old Age
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In Ravenscourt Park there was an old man
Who lived in an alabaster cave
Each morning he’d eat Bitterness on Toast
Then for work he would leave
With his glass jar tucked under his arm
Hobbling through the streets
Waiting for the moment tension would strike
To gather his bittersweet treat
Throughout the day he’d fill his jar
Revelling in its growing weight
Daydreaming the joy of getting home
To eat his sandwich filled with hate
To sit at the table with his favourite plate
And fill his belly full of misery
Then off to bed he’d take himself
Where he would dream of history
The dreams weren’t much different
From the days that he had
Except for the ring on his finger
And the smile that greeted him at the door
But the bitterness it did linger
While he ate his sandwich filled with hate
His wife ate strawberry jam
Too sweet was the taste of her lips
It angered the little old man
Night after night he’d dream of those lips
A never ending cycle of torment
Waking up to the brim with anxiety
Ready for a day of resentment -
How much time has passed
She doesn’t know
She’s been lifelessly in limbo
The clock keeps ticking
As for her heart
She thinks it stopped a while ago
Her hands are cold
Though the sun shines strong
The days go on without her
No desire to breathe
There’s something wrong
But fixing it is beyond her
She closes her eyes
But it doesn’t matter
No rest is found, no slumber
Her slow demise
Her delicate flame
Reduced to a mere ember -
There was a man who lived on the sea
Who had a dying wife
Each day he would serenade her
And warm her heart each night
She got sicker and sicker
But little did he know
Since the smile that shone out of her
Dazzled the darkest boats
So the man went to the port
And met a young lady
They had their way on the beach
While the wife lay in pain
The man returned and told his wife
He felt confused by his actions
But the wife simply passed away
Her soul abandoned her in seconds
Looking down she watched them
No longer who they were
Saddened by this tragedy
Both beyond repair
She looked across the bed frame
And up towards the night
There was his soul opposite
His eyes blue like the sky
No words came out of their mouths
But so much was shared
Without their bodies
Only love was heard
It filled the sky like an explosion
It warmed the earth for days
They wondered as they floated back
Could they survive this phase
They slowly returned to atoms
Into denseness they were cramped
She opened her eyes as he held her hand
And for life they did thank. -
I can’t have an ‘all the best‘ or a ‘have a nice life’.
Our hearts are raw and in pain.
How awful this end for a husband and his wife.
No listening was done, and she couldn’t open his eyes.
Beyond the mirror and his self obsessed life.
When friends they were, open they spoke.
Calmly they loved and often they would joke.
But husband somehow changed, as did the wife
When they realised how intense was their life
They built up walls
And cried for hours
They destroyed softness
With their magic powers
The ones they were meant to use for love
They used to destroy
The scared little girl and the frightened boy
For a moment she thought perhaps he was more
Than what she ended up bargaining for
Letting him in to such a sacred space,
Within her soul family
She lost her face
At least he didn’t meet her blood
At least she didn’t get covered in mud
At least she realised before it was too late
The man was a boy, a fragile state.
She thought she could hold him.
Make him feel brave.
She knew she could love him
To the end of her days.
If only he listened to her open heart
We would not have created her new scar
I guess alone like the wolf she always was.
And back to the sea returns his cross
In the dreams they sail together holding hands
Swimming the seas and dancing on sands
Until distant becomes their memory,
Their love fades away,
They get distracted by others
And new games they start to play
For now that’s just a wishful thought
As the wife she sits a sobbing
Saying farewell to her beautiful husband
While her heart is weak and throbbing -
Are we tired of the race yet?
I am! I am!
Are we running out of steam?
I am!
Do the parameters remain?
They do! They do!
Are the people going insane?
They are! They are!
They cannot see
The poison and disease all around
They think they know
While gleefully
Dig their own hole in the ground
Are you content with your life now?
Don’t know! Yes, no!
It depends on my point of view
Yes! No!
Would you change anything?
I would not, I would not
My journey is in full flow
[beat]
... Don’t cut it short yet, I’m not ready
I’m only a quarter way through
My souls is on board and we’re steady
Full speed ahead with the crew. -
What would I do if you left me now?
How would I feel all alone?
Riddled with guilt not knowing your side
Perfection is far from this home
My days would be spent wet and distraught
Eleven years gone with speed
When I compare others frolicking in forests ahead
And you following my lead
Slave to my routine I do not think twice
Yet saviour came in a child
For company for you
Now I have two
Beings chained dragging behind
I wish I could stop
And be more aware
It catches me when you’re weak
How wonderful you are
And blind I am
That you could be gone in a blink.
This pattern I have I wish it could stop
I wish I could slow right down
I wish I could take myself out of this robot
And play with you both on the ground
I’m working on it, my journey is long
I don’t know how I got so lost
My mind corrupt by germs and dirt
My heart glazed with frost
Yet there is no being I love more on earth
Than you my loyal baby
Since 12 weeks old you’re by my side
And perfect in every way
I love the way you smell of cheese
And chomp at our visitors
I love the expressions on your face
And how you both act like sisters
I do not deserve such a beauty like you
My guilt grows every day
The fear that looms like vulture
As I watch more hairs turn grey
Thank you for the reminder
I’m sorry I am
I wish I was a better person
I’m working on it
Really I really am
To be more in the present.
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