Time
creeps up on us the older we grow
Bent
and wizened like an ancient oak tree,
Grasping
the future all those years ago
The
golden ole days seem the place to be.
A
song on the radio from yesteryear
Long
summer days drenched in the sun,
Wistful
memories and lives without fear
A
night out with friends having so much fun.
Now
What
if the past was turned upside down
What
if the future was flipped all around?
Would
we still yearn for the good ole days
And
not look back in a rose tinted haze.
So
How would
we welcome the oncoming past?
With
Imminent
conflicts, other people’s wars
A
time long before the smart mobile phone,
No Wi
Fi or texting so how would we cope
No
long haul travel holidaying at home.
And
The 1970’s a decade
of strikes
Fuelling an era of
dissent,
Skyward inflation
with many price hikes
Bitter was the
winter of discontent.
But
What if we enjoyed
the here and now?
What if looked on with
a little less haste,
What if we’re more forgiving
to others?
Live for the moment
in a calmer place.
© Copyright Julian Clarke 2016
