We grow old
even as our cherished aims stay young
overtaking us
with their demands
their expectations of us
and out we come from behind
cobwebs of effort
looking for more light and energy
as they begin
inevitably to fade
but we played our cards right
speculated with loose time
like cast off change
now we throw in our hand
knowing at last we will
never quite make the master grade
as planned.
How true Stu and thanks for that. As my mother once told me "you can only do your best." My dad was more quietly forceful in his expectations. But as Alan Bennett would say
"somehow we muddled through."
Col The poem was going to be about hobbies which would also make sense with your comment, but I thought there are so many variations of hobbies eg macramé or golf or making houses out of matches I knew I was on a hiding to nothing with that idea. For now anyway. Thanks mate.
W. Fortesque
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Tue 27th Jun 2017 08:16
deep sighs all round - you put into words a lot of my feelings - like how much time do we invest in certain things as we get older and is there any point.
Poetry for the ponderers.
Col
all we can be is the best we can be
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raypool
Wed 28th Jun 2017 19:02
It's funny David, but we seem to share that industriousness with insects that just keep going under all adversity. I don't personally like to believe you have failed, but doubts are the theme of the creative mind so often. As you say we should go on for endeavour and ever. We could look to Ranulph Fiennes and his ilk.
Ray