How I feel for the poor things
Unable to fly or spread their wings
Each day with the same view
Sad and lonely nothing to do.

To  the bird, the world is that room
Confined to the cage, that's his tomb
For life without freedom is nothing at all
No matter whether big or small.

Longing to fly on the breeze
Soaring high over the trees
Seeing new places everyday
Flying and twirling in glorious play.

Never knowing freedom of the bird that fly's
Sitting in the cage on his perch 'till he dies,
How can a bird that's born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing like a stuffed toy.

© Hazel

My jeans zip is popping
My body's gone crazy
Everyone is noticing
My memory's a bit hazy.

The once upright ******* are dropping
and these flushes aren't for stopping.

It's the hormones
That's what it's about
All around my middle
I'm getting more stout.

There's nowhere to hide
There's nowhere to run
My newly aquired mustache
And chin hairs are fit to stun.

I joined a club that weekly meet,
They tell me all the can't haves,
I just go home and eat.
Don't have this, don't have that,
I paid all that money just for a chat.

My feet are still the same size shoe
I could always buy them something new.

Time passes quickly, teenage years gone,
There's no more excuses to rely on.
The one about puppy fat ran out long ago,
So now it's time for a revamp
From head to toe...

© Hazel

Magical moments of pure sweet passion
Flutters within my hearts devotion.
Two hearts beating, they know it's right,
The beat grows stronger, then fades in the night.

Hungry for your heart beating with mine,
Longing, to be with you all the time.
The miracle of the beat drawing us closer,
Two hearts beating within one another.

You saved me a place in your heart,
Letting me stay, never to part.
Two hearts beating strong and true,
Two hearts beating, as one, not two.



© Hazel

Humanity's ego, to resort to violence,
To settle conflicts, makes no sense.
And yet we still have not learned,
The art of peace for which we yearned.

To love our neighbour as ourself,
And to put our grievance on the shelf.
Could this be in our gracious hands
to bring compassion to troubled lands?

With each hill we have to climb,
Life is lived one day at a time.
Let the tears of yesterday's storm,
Bring a smile to a new day born.

For everything to be humane,
We need to be compassionate and sane.
Too lightly on lifes scales
Compassion weighs, and prevails.

© Hazel

My mind is empty from thought
I am nowhere, I am everywhere, I am free
of things that I was once taught
I look and do not see.

I think about nothings, no thoughts,
No feeling, no sight, no touch.
I walked and mused, on hidden truths,
My awareness expanding so much.

There is no turning back,
The illusion can never be true,
When the veil is lifted
I will see my way through.

What is not real, will not last
There's calm in the knowing,
This is the time I've been waiting for,
An incredible change that is flowing...

© Hazel

I was fit and feisty at fifty
It was no big deal,
Because that's how half a century
Is supposed to feel.

In my sixties I'll take stock
Start making great plans,
Ignoring all the "you cant's"
And embracing all the "I cans".

Can I be **** at sixty?
And try all the fashions and fads,
Wear stockings and suspenders
And Joan Collins shoulder pads.

I can deal with **** at sixty
And wear Vivienne Westwood clothes,
Dress up and go out on the town
Wearing all my buttons and bows.

I'mgoing to be **** at sixty
I'll wear Gok Wan lingerie
Find myself a Toy Boy
Then maybe lead him astray.

Swift and **** at sixty
When I get my Jimmy Choos,
Dancing the night away
To the sound of rhythm and blues.

Oh! I want to be **** at sixty
'cause age is a state of mind,
I'm preparing my body at keep fit
So as not to be left behind.

But, first I have to deal with
Old Skin, Bad Teeth and Grey Hair,
Then remove the unwanted growths
From just about everywhere.

Then I'll definitely be **** at sixty
And undoubtedly done it all,
The only problem is that most
of it I simply won't recall...

© Hazel