Priceless time flies by and disappears
Into the deep that is our future’s tears.
And with it takes today’s distinctive scenes,
Passing chatter.
Things that matter.
And slow creates tomorrow’s might have beens.
But with the passage of this fleeting stuff
Emerges bold a word – enough’s enough.
No longer now content there comes a yearning,
To make a mark.
To light the dark.
The heart’s response to life’s perpetual mourning.
Mourning for what is not but yet could be
If courage tamed our mediocrity.
And fearful too in case we reach the death,
The race full run.
All said and done.
And life laughs long and mocks the missing breath.
So let the morning come and start afresh,
Free, unfettered, loose from tangling mesh.
Time to leave this place and ‘brace the distance.
Stand in the square,
If we but dare,
And banish any whiff of man’s indifference.
Beautifully written...
Posted by: Chris Duffett | 25 October 2011 at 09:55
I really like this David, thanks for sharing. When did you compose this?
Posted by: Jonathan | 01 November 2011 at 07:50
Hi Jonathan, wrote it a week or so ago, after my visit to UE Manchester - I was very challenged by the people we spent the day with. I like dabbling with poetry but rarely put it on the blog, with only one previous exception http://karnaphuli.typepad.com/thinking-mission/2009/10/the-majesty-of-innocence.html
Posted by: David Kerrigan | 01 November 2011 at 19:22