I look at the future.
I look at the past.
I undo each suture.
I’m finished at last.
The scars are all healing.
The damage is done.
I have been left feeling.
That evil has won.

I grieve for the homeless
Who live in the street.
I feel their distress.
There are some you meet
In public heath clinics,
Or buying their dope.
I  hear all the cynics
Say there is no hope.

There are many out there
Relationships end.
There are some who don’t care
Although they pretend.
Your children reject you.
They don’t understand.
You need them but they too
Are there to demand

The gangs who are drinking
Stand outside the pubs.
Too drunk to be thinking
Their fists are mere clubs.
The young who are driving
Just seeking their thrills.
But never arriving.
Behaviour which kills.


The girls short of money,
Or merely seduced.
Sold for their honey.
Their lifespan reduced.
Some whose lives are shattered
Remain unfulfilled.
Their hopes may have mattered
Their voices are stilled.

I’m aware some succeed
Whilst others will fail.
Some are subject greed.
Some will go to jail.
I have witnessed sadness.
I have witnessed joys.
I have witnessed madness.
We are just God’s toys.

Life’s just a marathon
In which we compete.
Some try hard to go on.
Some do face defeat.
Life can be confusing.
I can’t see the point.
It is not amusing.
It’s all out of joint.

Colour has gone out of my life
I now live in shades of grey
I live on the edge of a knife
All the joy has gone away
I hoped that after eighty years
There would be much to enjoy
Yet I am overcome with tears
Sometimes trivial things will annoy
My world my life and my belief
Subject to review and grief

It is far from easy alone
I crave loving company
I have sinned I know I must atone
It is not enough for me
There is a life I want to share
Activities thoughts, ideals
I broadcast messages to air
An angler casting his reals
Hoping there is someone out there
Perhaps there is a life to share