Trying to diversify a bit and get some spoken word and book-related chat going. Here’s a spoken word offering from a few years ago that reflects some of the worries we’re experiencing now.
Use this link for a recording – http://chirb.it/xAKtnK
A Cut-Flower Worry
It could all have been so different.
You’re right though, the timing was all wrong.
Mr. Jekyll was doing so well ‘til Mr. Hyde came along
The plane tickets in some dusty drawer
Don’t know the havoc they’re wreaking to heads and hearts.
And I’ve been here before,
But it’s doesn’t get easier.
While we walk and trip
And gaze and shake
Of doubt keeps rattling around the pipes
Keeping me awake
And it’s going to take a better man than me to fix and
To plumb the depths of all things good and kind.
I tried. I did.
Maybe if the sun had shined…
It hurts like hell.
I want to take life by the scruff of the neck and yell
Shake out of his pockets one more chance
But all I get are Stevie’s words that tell
England, the songs you sing are the songs you sung
On a braver day
And now they are wrong
And a sadness seeps and sweeps inside me.
Clearing complacent cobwebs clinging to the past.
An intangible part of me has been cast
A lifeboat, still within sight or sense but out of reach, out of hand
The pitfalls and perils are many and vast
The sun is, droplet by droplet, sweeping up the common causes
As it sweeps away the night’s rain so fast
And while this worry is not the first or last
It is different
It is a cut-flower worry,
A clean, crisp blade of thought, devoid of concern
And Time has passed and changed and turned
The bell tolls, is heard and I have learned
That my cuckoo clock friends have swept themselves away
And I can categorically confirm
That to have loved and lost is always better, however cruel
And I don’t even mean true love, head over heels fall
I mean chips and a pint on a rainy Tuesday.
Although, maybe, on reflection, that’s the truest love of all.