I would wait
Through so many sunsets
And dawns
That time would lose meaning.
I would wait
Until my hair turned grey
And my bones grew tired.
I would wait
While others hurry
Losing sight of what's ahead.
I would wait
Through summer sun
And winter snows.
I would wait for you.
Always.

OLD MAN TIME, I’M YOUR MASTER

Old Man Time,  I’ve tamed you
I am your master
Now it’s me who decide
Whether you move slower or faster.

For too long I’ve given you full reign
To your behest I  servilely did surrender-
Gone, no more your tyranny
Enough courage I have managed to muster

And how glad I am
To be free from your fetter
You coerced , you pushed, you bullied
But I’m no machine—I know better

What I want from life and what I should do
Surely not to be your slave or follower
What does it matter to you
Whether I’m in the office or wander

In my garden or read my favourite poems
Play my violin or admire the wonder
Of the dawn,  the glory of sunset and its last glow
Why should you bother?

You should by now have realized
You owe your existence to man’s quest for order
You have a life only because we are kind
You are but a metaphor!

So leave me alone, you wearisome old man
Don’t you dare again look me  over the shoulder
The world is what I make of it—I am my own mentor
As for you, I’d recommend you go into a long, long slumber!

FOOTNOTE:  poetry is often a leap of the imagination and, with this, poets can write anything or fly to any place in the entire universe-
ergo--no poet can ever have dull moments.  
Sanctified by his love for truth, beauty and adventure and also his need for release of his thoughts, feelings and emotions, he becomes larger than what he is and his life is infinitely enriched.

An away game at Leeds!
The Loiner Lion will have its feeds.
So it was, back in the day
When Revie’s Men held full sway.
Reaney, Charlton, Hunter, Cooper,
That defence was really super.
David Harvey, ‘keeper complete,
Guaranteed a solid clean sheet.

The midfield ruled by Bremner and Giles,
Billy’s energy, Johnny’s wiles.
Lorimer and Gray down the wings,
Recalling Eddie (Gray), oh my heart sings.
Jones and Clarkey gave us goals,
Lots of them, shoals and shoals.

73-74 our greatest year,
Opponents always full of fear.
Man U relegated that season too,
Better days there were very few.
We won the league by a merry mile,
Time to smile as we did it in style.

In 69 we lost just two from 42.
Opponents didn’t know what to do.
Burnley and City our only losses,
Otherwise we were the bosses.

92 was another good year,
Man U crying in their beer.
Then we sold them Cantona,
That really was a bridge too far.
The rest is history as they say;
We strive again to have our day.

In the second tier on Italian money,
Seeking the land of milk and honey.
The Premiership’s the place where we should be,
Please Messi, join us, on a free!

We hanker for those glory days.
God please help us with your mysterious ways.

Paul Butters

© PB 11\9\2015.

These are days of change.
Eggshell cracks,
Sun rising differently.

Sometimes I put my ear to
The ground and listen.
Heartbeat choirs of

Our unborn children.
Seeds of poets.
Write love; not war.

We take back our inner thoughts when we feel like something is not gonna happen.
We overly looked up from our past than seeing ourselves in the future
When sometimes chances are there we just reject it for the reason that we expect from more. But when the time comes we feel regret it at the last moment of our chances.