Words from declining Isles

Born 1951; employed 1968-2013; been paying UK Income Tax since September 1968; voted in General Elections since I could; married to same heroic lady since 1973; raised three hard working caring children; oddly loyal of H.M. Queen Elizabeth II; Christian.

I reckon those qualifications give me the right to say what I please

 

  31-01-2020. 23:00.01

(Not so much a poem. More an Address)

 

Attend to you homes and loved ones then

And prepare for your myriad small battles.

No backwards glances,

No forlorn sighs for Yesterdays,

No wishes for lost possibilities,

Nations were never blessed with foresight,

Nor perceptions born of harsh histories.

Peoples do so love Dream’s Heady Wines

And forget the price indulgence pays.

 

Keep your own peace,

Conserve your energies for adapting and survival,

And for those woven into your hearts.

Be ever vigilant for the changes,

Read their runic sub-texts

And meditate upon their implications.

You did not choose this path,

Nevertheless you are set upon it.

Pushed there by a clamouring host

Yammering for some Camelot many do not deserve.

 

Discard the arguments with the jagged dreamers,

They have their wish fulfilled.

Now let them cope with the consequences.

There is no more to be said to these.

There never was any hope of intelligent discourse

So why bother using precious time?

You have important tasks to attend to

Keeping intact your body, soul and mind,

Ever healthy, for the sake of your loved ones.

 

Do not weep, too much,

Let you anguish be a transitory thing,

Yes, those times will come,

For we are all mortal prone to emotions.

Take this medicine,

Harsh in its taste

Yet strengthening in its warmth of fortitude.

Folly maybe a constant.

However so is Hope.

Build there on.

EU Flag…my Flag

…. my Anthem

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