At birth you were given a lump sum
I can’t be blamed for what you’ve done
If you never stopped to check what’s gone
In those carefree days playing in the sun
And now you’re back asking for more?
All those aimless hours when you said you were bored
It was always yours to spend as you like, of course
But now you say it’s time you can least afford
It’s not my fault you never looked if you were running dry
But blew it all dreaming as time passed by
Not leaving a telling mark on life before your goodbye
No. Don’t cry
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Jeremy Leach (
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(just such an insightful and well written
fountain of inked wisdom, you've shared
with us, thank you dear poet
and also for inspiring, my little scribbled reply)
'Spending Time'
without collecting our receipts
or balancing, our karma's
cheques and balances
while wishing away, all our
opportunities
for fear of their blemishes
like those apples
we bypassed, dismissively
for their dents
but were actually, the sweeter
gifts of fate
had we but daring enough, within us
to aspire, grasp and taste!'
(I do not blame anyone
for their perceived, failures
in life
only for failing
to try and strive - for any, success)
Thanks for the kind words and the poetic reply ! Nicely said. I too don't blame anyone. It just occurred to me the other day how we use the phrase 'spending time' and made me think of the deeper meaning.
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