Time passing

So the sun sets on the month of May
and June is almost here
already we have seen pass by
not far off half a year
Unsure where that time has gone
it’s happened quite so fast
and life has changed dramatically
and looks quite set to last

But though I have some downer days
I’m upbeat ‘most the time
as life around continues
and the summer weather’s fine
So although lockdown continues
I’ll keep writing here til we
can celebrate and see the time
when we can all be free

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Contentment

Tide comes, tide goes
Winds dies, wind blows
Water glistens, water rise
Hours pass, time flies

Down here, on the beach
all of this within my reach

Contentment

©Jemverse

Photo – from Jemverse on instagram, May 2018 – Jempics

Someone said it’s Thursday…

Someone said it’s Thursday
Well that’s just fine by me
‘Cos it means I’ve still got several days
in actuality
And Christmas is notorious
for loosing track of time
I’ve no idea what hour it is
But really, that’s just fine

For I’m relaxed and chilling
on my festive holiday
Time’s lost its importance
which is just as well I’d say
Because the clock just keeps on ticking
but I’m paying no attention
‘Cos someone said it’s Thursday
And time got little mention

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

A test of time

Against the blue the old Town Hall
with yellow ochre walls
Declares aloud his history
from ageing hallowed halls
In Brighton now amidst the new
it stands aloof to change
Whilst all around the architects
make plans to rearrange

And yet its walls have stood the test
that time has often posed
So here it is with confidence
and will stay put, I suppose
A pleasing thought to keep in mind
as history remains
With old and new together
and memories retained

©Jemverse

 

Counting the days

And I am watching time
I’m counting off the days
when I can tread those chalky paths
down hidden Downland ways

Sussex hills are waiting
I can hear them calling me
And in just over ten days time
that’s just where I will be

©Jemverse

 

Spiralling

And so another weekend
and another week to come
Life continues, spiralling
with work and play and fun
And time continues marching
though at times I am bemused
as it can go slow or fast or even
backwards! I’m confused.
Sometimes I can’t keep up with it
Sometimes it’s left behind
it never seems to be the same
and can’t make up its mind
Perhaps that’s part of getting old
or maybe it’s just me
So never mind, I’ll live with it
and let both simply be

©Jemverse

 

Decades

Born in the fifties, baby boom years
A child of the sixties, scuffed knees and tears

A teen in the seventies, met Sal, fell in love
and at the end of the decade, wed the above

Brought a house in the eighties, two offspring we saw
and then in the nineties, along came two more

Watched the i2k clock at the Millennium turn
and nothing stopped working, we were quite pleased to learn

A new century turned and into the noughties
as we left a decade behind and entered our forties

Twenty-ten came and went, the best years of our lives
then we found we were fifty, well what a surprise

And now as the teenies are nearing an end
we are looking at pensions on which to depend

But the twenties will follow when we’ll be retired
so perhaps we’ll go backwards and become more inspired

We have decades more to look forward to yet
with more pleasure to come the older we get

©Jemverse

 

Time II

Somedays have legs, they run away
I blink and it’s the end of day
I’ve done my best through frack and fray
But still I wish for more

Sometimes I wish time would slow down
though often not without a frown
As when I feel like I will drown
I hanker after more

Somewhere there’s a place where I
won’t care for time and simply lie
I’ll watch it come and pass me by
and never want for more

©Jemverse

The dichotomy of slow Sundays

Something about slow Sundays
as I’m awakened by the sun
Streaming through the curtains
when my slumber time is done
A dichotomy of purpose
first choice I need to make
To embrace the day with open arms
or another couch day take

But most days it’s the sunshine
which wins that war of will
An easy choice if truth be told
as with some hours to kill
I can get out there, enjoy the sun
run around and play
Then veg out on the sofa
for the rest of my Sunday

©Jemverse

A fall from grace II

Sadly now the Bridgewater Canal
a shadow of its glory days
is almost forgotten and hidden from view
in Manchester’s streets and broadways
Now twenty-first century pubs and bars
vie for trade where once it was steel
Nightlife and partying along its towpath
hide a wound that time cannot heal

Long gone now the barges the smog and the grime
the lock gates closed up and unused
As a new generation seals the fate
of a history now lost and abused
But the wealth and prosperity cannot be ignored
which these waterways brought to this place
Its legacy there in continuing growth
in spite of its slow fall from grace

©Jemverse

Part II of the ‘Fall from grace’ trilogy
Part I – 6 October
Part III – 8 October

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