Human Nature

Human Nature


As a boy I lived close to an impressive green pasture

 in those trouble free days I could not grasp human nature

Unspoiled beauty of undulating grass in a summer´s breeze

the worse thing that could happen; the pollen made me sneeze


Long summer´s days endlessly at play

at the end of which there was little to say

Supper was served, then it was off to bed

Comforted as always by my dear old ragged Ted


The years passed by and puberty was won

for some reason I lived under a different sun

All about had a different hue

and I could well realise that I was not you


School foresaken a career soon emerged

at which time a lot of fears were hurriedly submerged

From my pasture I entered a dark and bewildering forest

the sun shone less and there was little time for rest


The working years were tough and lean

I did not know what life should mean

Frequently I felt confused and alone

as if my dog was searching for his lost bone


Retirement and old age soon arrived

and I realised that this life I had survived

I had grown to be cynical and often critical

and occasionally was admitted to the local hospital


Then one summer´s day I saw once more my childhood pasture

then knew that my life had been a true part of human nature

It was a pleasant day with a gentle breeze

the grass had been cut which made me sneeze

◄ Restless Inner Solitude

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keith jeffries

Wed 2nd Aug 2017 19:06

MC. Thank you for these words of insight which do bring hope despite any sense of disillusionment. Thanks Keith

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M.C. Newberry

Wed 2nd Aug 2017 16:11

What goes around...a satisfying precis of one's passing
years that takes us along for the trip to the final
self-awareness that life had and still has much to offer.

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keith jeffries

Wed 2nd Aug 2017 09:51

Colin, Thank you. The pasture is still there and quite untouched. Keith

<Deleted User> (13762)

Wed 2nd Aug 2017 08:27

Aitchoo!! 'tis the season to be sneezin'.

Love that opening line Keith and the rest just follows on nice and gentle.

Thanks, Colin.

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