I LOOK AHEAD OF ME

 

I look ahead of me,

Across the unknown years

And I wonder:

Will I like being old?

Or even like the person

That I will become?

WHAT’S THE POINT OF BEING AN ADULT

 

What’s the point of being

An adult if, when you wish

You can’t once in a while

Behave a little childish

SETTING SAIL

 

Though you have been

A fair wind

Billowing my sails

My heart still craves

New shores

To beach my skiff upon

And it aches

For fresh new lands

Beneath my feet

So I must go

For you deserve better

And it would not

Be fair on you

If I were to settle

For my first port of call

CATCH OF THE DAY

 

With my fishing line of gold,

Hook, baited with pearls

I cast into the waters

As the ebb tide swirls

To catch myself one

Of the underwater girls

And land a pretty mermaid

With seaweed in her curls

BECALMED

 

We sat becalmed on the cold ocean

I wished to see the waters move

But they remained mirror flat

Still as a silent thought

Lost in the absent echo

As we remained motionless

Beneath a relentless sun

IF PEOPLE MAKE DEMANDS OF YOU

 

If people, make demands of you

Disarm them skilfully

Give them more than they expect

And do it cheerfully

IN THE SKY NEWSROOM

 

In the SKY Newsroom

Just ahead of the action

The producer announces

“Lights Camera Fiction”