Hey you
Don’t tell me what to do
Or try to change my point of view
Are you deranged?
When you say the sky is blue
The chocolate ration has increased
Nothing’s changed
There is no inflation
My frustration grows
Who knows how long it will be
Before this tidal wave pollutes the sea
Do you think my eyes are closed?
That I don’t realise; I don’t know?
Hey you
I was a symptom
That’s for sure
But now I want to be
Part of the cure

**** backed Tilly, was moonstruck mad and silly
Leaning on a stile with her pail upon her arm
Muttering the while; a curse, perhaps a charm?
****** backed Tilly tells of things I never knew
Of maggot pies, chocolate skies, and monkeys painted blue
She kept a nanny goat, a weasel; a long haired stoat called *****
Folks said she was moonstruck, du dilly mad and silly
She kept a bird that couldn’t sing, a battered bat without a wing
Was there ever a stranger thing, than ****** backed Tilly?
She said her humps were presents, they didn’t weigh her down
She said her humps made her special; she wore them like a crown
She didn’t have much schooling, yet she can milk a cow
She’s a wizard when the butter turns,
A healer when the sunlight burns
A sayer of the sooth; ****** back Tilly tells the truth
I’ve loved my ****** back Tilly girl, ever since I was a youth

There’s a little corner in the room
Where she hides away
Alone and silent in the gloom
She'll be there today
There’s creaking on the floor
Shadows by the door
Drafts no-one explains
Rattling of the window panes
Sighing, sometimes crying
She’s so sick of trying
To communicate her life
Of maiden, mother, wife
The time is coming soon
Another month, another moon
An anniversary in June
Then she’ll know it’s time to go
There’s a little corner in the room
Dark and silent in the gloom
The midnight hour is past
She’s free to leave at last
She’s gone to find her way
My ghost of yesterday

Hard to say goodbye
Hard to laugh
Hard not to cry
‘Till the ebbing tide
Brings a sunset day
Heart’s breaking
Oh but is it real
This numbness
Inability to think
Inability to feel
One last drink
Hands shaking
So hard to laugh
So hard not to cry
Say goodbye
As birds fly away
Even they know
When it’s time to go

Little breeze toing and froing
Little girl dancing with the leaves
Sunlight flitting thro’ the trees
Chestnuts falling
Ploughboys reaping
Hedgerows sleeping
Night owl calling
Grass so still
It’s as if it’s lost the will
To keep growing

Days and nights changing
Dappled shadows rearranging
Dance is slowing down, down
Little girl is going
When the summer slows
Farmer is reaping
Autumn shades deepening
Grass so still
As if it’s lost the will
To keep growing

Find it, it’s calling to you
In the soles of your feet
In music so sweet
In the food that you eat
In skies azure blue
Find it in love that you give
In the life that you live
It’s calling to you
In the voice of the lark
In the moon after dark
Whatever you do
Find it
In warm winds that blow
In storms and in snow
Find it
****
Never let it go

Kindness
Antidote to  blindness
Where can you find
Someone to care
Words are spoken
Love left behind
Efficiency rules
In the schools
Of money making
Say the words
In clipped monotones
Leave the Consumer
Behind
Frightened, shaken
Silly old fool
Go home
It’s a nine to five
She’s alone
You’ll survive
You’re driven
To make a living
Trained in ignorance
A caring profession?
Or Orwellian trip
It’s not hip
It’s all an act
Ignore the fact
That kindness
Really is
The antidote
To  blindness