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AIMS

We grow old

even as our cherished aims stay young

overtaking us

with their demands

their expectations of us

and out we come from behind

cobwebs of effort

looking for more light and energy

as they begin

inevitably to fade

 

but we played our cards right

speculated with loose time

like cast off change

 

now we throw in our hand

knowing at last we will

never quite make the master grade

as planned.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

◄ AUNT NORA

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raypool

Wed 28th Jun 2017 19:02

It's funny David, but we seem to share that industriousness with insects that just keep going under all adversity. I don't personally like to believe you have failed, but doubts are the theme of the creative mind so often. As you say we should go on for endeavour and ever. We could look to Ranulph Fiennes and his ilk.

Ray

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raypool

Tue 27th Jun 2017 21:22

How true Stu and thanks for that. As my mother once told me "you can only do your best." My dad was more quietly forceful in his expectations. But as Alan Bennett would say
"somehow we muddled through."

Col The poem was going to be about hobbies which would also make sense with your comment, but I thought there are so many variations of hobbies eg macramé or golf or making houses out of matches I knew I was on a hiding to nothing with that idea. For now anyway. Thanks mate.

W. Fortesque

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Tue 27th Jun 2017 08:16

deep sighs all round - you put into words a lot of my feelings - like how much time do we invest in certain things as we get older and is there any point.

Poetry for the ponderers.

Col

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Stu Buck

Mon 26th Jun 2017 23:32

all we can be is the best we can be

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