ON THE APPROACH OF RETIREMENT 

I have seen the glory of a thousand stars
Heard music played at a hundred bars
Watched blue waves breaking on a tropic shore
And tasted nectar till I want no more.
 

I have been to where many long to be
And picked a rose from a hawthorn tree
Wrote lyrics and received the praise
Paced out life’s highway in contrasting ways.
 

I have loved women, beautiful and warm,
Bathed deeply in their effusive charm
Met heroes, idols from my youth,
Got a fairy’s sixpence for my broken tooth.
 

I took on the world
Lived out my dreams
Watched sport played by international teams
Ate sausage in a German town
Saw royal monarchs in their regal gown.
 

I have debated long and hard about this life
Wept sadly for its bloody strife
Supped on honeyed dew and nettle cheese
Cast here and there
Did what I pleased.
 

And now I am alone
With you
There’s nothing that I would rather do
Than stay alone with you
With you
And stay alone with you.


THE MUSE HAS LEFT ME 

The Muse has left me
Vanished
Dead
And gone
No memory lingers on.
 

The thoughts that once had filled my head
Of friends and colleagues long since dead
The images of life and love
Soft inspiration from above
 

It isn’t that I cannot feel
The senses which beguile me still
Of lonely times and crowded hours
 

And yet this task exceeds my powers
To give words to my deepest thoughts
Ideas
Ambitions
Hopes
My joys and fears
 

There was a time
Not long since past
When thoughts came to me
Sure and fast
Not laboured
Slow
As
They
Do
Now.
 

When often upon my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood
And try to catch the how and why
The what and when of childhood.
The babe is father to the man ……….
 

And though these thoughts just ran and ran
I could no longer find the link
Or impulse bring me to the brink
Of holding memories in verse
In couplets
Stanzas
Rhythms terse
Tunes of glory
Tunes of praise
Sad soliloquy of forgotten days
When songsters rhymed the sounds of June
With croon
And noon
A poet’s boon
Then find a match
For pearl and jade
In forest glade
Or garden laid.
 

I mock not their art
Their petty rhyme
To me they seem just now sublime
 

Earth has not anything to show my fair
Though me
Dull soul
It has passed by
It isn’t as if I didn’t care
For love of words and poetry.
 

A camel crossed the fiery waste
In search of food and drink
At last it found a water-hole
And gasped upon the brink
The sun was hot
The sand was dust
All moisture had been dried
And there upon the water’s edge
The thirsty camel died.
 

I look through my fingers
And what do I see?
I see Evie peeping at me.
She looks through her fingers
And what does she see?
She sees Grandad peeping at she.
We look through our fingers
And what do we see?
We see Vivvy peeping at we.
 

So this is what it is to lose …….
My family jokes do not amuse …..
I’ll burn my books the Doctor said
(Without mine I would be dead).
 

Please help me with this paltry verse
I know that I have not written worse
Now,
The Muse has left me
And is long gone
And you will have to close this song.

 

 
   
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