Saturday, May 10, 2014
Where have I come ?
I have arrived; yes, I have got the aims of my past
I recline in eiderdown and I dine in places majestic
I traverse continents and swank my tales in clubs
I have money to throw and companions I can buy
What more need I want what friends do I need
Do as I wish, money is power and master of slaves
My whims and fancy domain, the world at my feet
Free and easy with life whatever pleasure I meet
Whoa there, Mr. Time Warp, do I faintly know you
I do not quite feel the same in every manner of my skill
My spirit is ever willing; my bulk prefers to lie still
Climbing stairs is fine, coming down needs glucosamine
Friends do not have the time nor wish me to call them
My companions are solitaires and golfing is in my den
Am I no longer popular; it seems that is the downtrend
I thought I was great but others see me not the same
My food is served by a maid according to the dietician
Box of pills is essential, time and dosage without fail
The TV is my world, my enjoyment is up to imagination
I still possess my wealth and more than enough to spend
Oh no, I am scared; dreaded names are entering my head
Alzheimer and Incontinence, can you keep your
wheel-chairs
What wrong and sins have I done to have you a-calling
My life-book is open, my living wanton, outward and fun
My head gets an ache, and yes, I do remember a bit now
Pranks and mischief, were these not acts of innocent
youth
Pilfering stationery and padding claims, who had not done
this
Playing out friends, oh heck, the art of the mating game
Oh please, not into adult games, that is purely to
survive
Dog eat dog, eat or eaten, bluff eat cheat eat, earn a
little bit
Two for the price of one, use fakes and get them done
Shortage in weights and false entries is simply art of
finance
Aiyah, not my politics please, all politicians do those
things
Bribery, calumny, connections and injustice are merely
tools
Clean politicians die early, how else could I have
achieved
Hello, what have my past doings got to do with my present
What is to living that sets to have what I have in my
stores
Oh yes, silly me, now do I figure, and more do I remember
Should it be what I had done or for some other nobler
mores
Do good epitaph and respect from others make a story
better
Thursday, May 01, 2014
Our Mangoes
Mangoes galore
Mangoes mangoes hanging from the trees
Mangoes enticingly say come hither to me
Shall I jump over the garden or wall fence
Or shall I grab my plucking pole for my end
Touch-me-not flower is quaint and delicate
But its leaves clam and its thorns do prick
Hah, look over my shoulder always if I must
Or mata mata invites me to tea or coffee-C
Sigh, fruits grow nice and fruits waste shy
It’s a shame they grow pick we dare not try
Fruits are nature’s gift out of soil and air
Not to rot or flies and beetles to lay waste
Oh, passers-by do lift their eyes and wonder
About such lovelies hanging yet none plunder
That nature toils as always for men in vain
Are men stupid to grow and yet do not claim
Ron
