No Escape

Where can you escape from a restless mind?
Some days it’s like the blind leading the blind
The day to day turmoil of pills and syringes
Needles poking at your flesh, your face it cringes
Plodding on what will I do?
I’ve got to see this battle through
My legs are worse I shuffle about
The wheelchair beckons to get me out
A challenge I need to help my brain
This tale is old no bodies to blame

Three Wishes

Three Wishes



If I was granted three wishes and told not to tell
I would go among the sick and help to make them well
Try to give them hope and know they are not lost
To get back self belief no matter what the cost

Make them feel special that life is theirs to live
Talk to them in hope this gift is mine to give
Secondly to all the creatures in this world of ours
Greedy locusts see the crops then immediately devours

That there is plenty for all no need to eat it all
To let the crops keep growing to let the corn grow tall
To see that everyone has food especially the poor
And not have to eat the leftovers fallen on the floor


The third would be to all the countries at war
To listen to common sense and leave an open door
Their problems would be solved to find some peace
To stop the fighting and killing a merciful release

I know this is not possible but I can only wish
That the story long ago about the bread and fish
Was told in all the churches way across this land
That man was born to share and lend a helpful hand
G.WMilward 19July 2010

Twilight Time

It comes to us all the twilight years
Old age they say doesn’t hold any fears
With memory loss and bits falling off
Failing eyesight, deafness, and the odd cough

Can’t find my glasses oh they’re on my head
Didn’t have them the day I was wed
False teeth chattering in an overnight glass
I think it’s time I was put out to grass

Hairs growing out of all kinds of places
Warts on my nose look like the three graces
So what’s going to become of us all?
A long pine box in a room down the hall

No Escape

Where can you escape from a restless mind?

Some days it’s like the blind leading the blind

The day to day turmoil of pills and syringes

Needles poking at your flesh, your face it cringes

Plodding on what will I do?

I’ve got to see this battle through

My legs are worse I shuffle about

The wheelchair beckons to get me out  

A challenge I need to help my brain

This tale is old no bodies to blame