I think we are largely and pretty much responsible for our own actions, and thus how we are seen and remembered. So rolling out from this cursed C C ( Covid Curse) virus, or whatever you believe, there are clearly “winners and losers”, with some people having to work extra hours but earning a lot, while many have lost their income or seen it drastically reduced.
Like with many things in our life, it is not what happens to us, but mostly how we deal with it. This will be our epitaphs and probably talking points about us in years to come. Sometimes though “losing” is beyond the best of us to avoid it, but we can give it a good go and choose to keep a pride and dignity.
An early poem of mine in Book 2 =
Deep Rooted
Sometime in life will come your test
It may come early, or near your end.
So even the lucky will have to pause,
While their shattered heart they mend.
But rest assured though a test is hard
It will instil in you a heart of oak,
And although you retain your charity
Your laws of life, will not revoke.
For you will have a sound, hard spirit
That you know now can’t be wrought,
Because you stood firm as others fell
Thus your inherent lesson was taught!
Sometime in life will come your test
It may come early, or near your end.
So even the lucky will have to pause,
While their shattered heart they mend.
I look back to regard my test in life
When my world crashed all around,
And for some time I floundered lost
Until my proud stoic root I found.
So whenever life became a trial
I knew that somehow I’d succeed,
To overcome hardship or pain,
As my deep rooted spirit will lead.
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Without doubt, and probably over documented now, this Virus curse has changed the world and the lives of most people dramatically, and quite possibly in a permanent way. Again some will be handed a very lucky hand to play, and may even prosper. Most will be the reverse, and see years of hard work and sacrifice come to nothing or worse, collapse. Hard to take, but while there is life…
From my still quite recent Book 7, published last November 2019 comes,
The Pool and the Leaves
There’s a camp site by my French place
With a small, round swimming pool,
That gets leaves dropping in it
Which is not too good at all.
So every morning of each day
The site manager would get them out.
Which was appreciated by swimmers,
And of that there is no doubt.
He also used to maintain the camp
Making sure everything was clean,
Not just because it was his job
But so it looked nice when seen.
Though sadly he is no longer here
For cruel cancer took him away,
And those leaves are still dropping
But the pool gets cleared each day.
So as I pass, or sit with a drink
At the site bar that’s just nearby,
I often get to wonder about life
Which can often make us cry.
For the man who cleaned the pool
Was nowhere near my years,
Yet was removed from life early
Condemning his family to tears.
Now many of us will leave things
That occupy ourselves and time,
And when we have left the world
We hope memories remain sublime.
So for me it’s my words and poems
About love, life and she who grieves,
Over things still here without us
Like the man who cleared the leaves.
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That poem highlights too that there are the winners and losers in the “health lottery”, with again many people falling foul of the various illnesses, fatal or not, that can beset us in life. Other folks sail through life health wise, virtually unscathed and pass away peacefully in bed at a satisfactory age. The perverse will of course suggest this often includes the less desirable people or criminal element among us who remain untouched by health nasties it seems.. What do you think?
Clearly it appears a bit of a lottery with Coronavirus as well, seemingly indiscriminate as to who it attacks. Appropriate poem next from my latest and 8th book, Poetic Seeds to Fruition…
Indiscriminate
Death will make no special exceptions
With two disciples who will come for all,
Because grim reaper and angel of death
Won’t be choosy about who they call.
So all rich and poor, fat or thin
Can’t have any thought they’ll miss,
A visit from grim reapers scythe
Or death angel’s planted kiss.
As from birth we know for sure
That will inevitably be our fate,
Although for some it will come early
But others will be called late.
Well that is the usual way it goes
Or perhaps the workings of death,
But in some dreadful circumstances
Other causes will stop your breath.
And we have such a dire situation now
With a horrific epidemic of viral strain,
Sweeping worldwide across the globe
That may never be the same again.
Because this is an invisible killer
And cannot be seen, felt or disturbed,
When it spreads from person to person
Especially when gathered like a herd,
That we humans mostly like to do
For we have a companionship need.
But that’s dangerous for us all now,
As this the Coronavirus will feed.
So the world now has to self isolate
As whole countries go into lockdown,
Preventing communal get togethers
To make even the cheerful frown.
As pubs, restaurants and theatres close
With no world travel allowed at all,
So effectively a world war three
As both young and old will fall.
Thus an unprecedented, horrific time
Has turned the whole world inside out,
Spreading widespread fear and panic
Causing nearly everyone to doubt,
If our life can ever be the same
Or that we can regain world pride.
But meanwhile as this menace stalks
There is nowhere left to hide.
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So there we are, a quick sketch of winners and losers but don’t forget that however you are dealt with your proverbial hand, try and take it on the chin and face it out. Maybe if you don’t you will be talked about…….. “Oooo have you heard so and so moaning”?
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Life Scene in Verse
Life Presented In Verse,
Poet Reveals All (in your world).
Poet Reflects Your World
Poetic Seeds to Fruition
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