If I should die before I post

If I should die before I post
it means I’m toast.
If you can read this homily
it’s not for me.
If words and phrases fill this page
I’ve ceased to age.
If you can see me still, and hear
I’m very near.
But if I’m neither seen nor heard
just take my word.
I only wished to do my bit
but death is shit!

Well, that was a short birthday!

Skies of Tomorrow

I ask about the skies today and wonder on tomorrow

On clouds, and wings, and stranger things, to beg, to steal, to borrow

Perhaps I’m here, but maybe not, I’m sure I do not know

Just as I come, I turn around, and then proceed to go

I float away, and drift on high, in cuddly, snuggly clouds

I hover high, up in the sky, all covered in the shrouds

I look down on the fields and towns on rivers and on streams

I ponder now on what I see and wonder what it means

 

I am indebted,  entirely, to Ward Clever for planting these thoughts in my head, based on his lovely post which you can find at:

https://wardclever.wordpress.com/2017/10/07/skies-of-tomorrow/

 

Account overdrawn

If only I could see an end,
and know what time there is to spend,
I may, perhaps, withdraw some days
with no more thought of he who pays.
 
And then when I had no days left,
with those remaining so bereft,
some weeping, sad, and quite forlorn,
I’d tarry there where I was born.
 
I’d hold your hand, and you would seek
the source of breath upon your cheek,
and then I’d whisper in your ear.
You’d know my presence, feel me near.
 
But, sadly, my account was bare.
There were no extra days to share!
And no withdrawal ever made.
The bank was empty, so I paid!