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I suffer from a malady.
which is slowly killing me.
There’s no known cause nor any cure.
Its something which I must endure.

A disease universally
accepted reluctantly
As affecting every race
A truth that everyone must face.

We’re born to live a while than die.
Its only when the end draws nigh.
That we review the life we’ve led,
what we could have done instead.

If we had known what we now know.
When we were young so long ago.
Would we have done things differently?
We cannot say with certainty.

Our lives are ruled by circumstance.
We roll the dice and take our chance.
Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose
complaining is of little use.

We can’t opt out refuse to play
the game continues anyway.
Why are we born only to die.
There has to be a reason why.

A part of some great master plan
too complex for the mind of man
to grasp in it’s entirety.
Embracing all impartially.

Wednesday,18 November 2009
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Life Review. fot J.T, Ellison

When you grow old as you must do
and you look backward to review.
The way that life has treated you
Where you have been, what you’ve achieved.
The blessings given and received.
a great deal more than you believed.
I think you find you are impressed
You know you’ve always done your best
and you have earned the right to rest.
No longer part of the rat race
You live your life at your own pace.
Perhaps you can accept with grace
When you conclude your life review.
You’ve done what you were meant to do.

05/09/2009
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It might come back into fashion

Why do we hoard things we don’t use?
Why is that we always choose
to take the easy way.
Turn a blind eye.
We will decide another day
what to keep, what to throw away
Although there’s no reason why
we should refuse
We’re well aware what we should try
to clear some space before we buy.
That gorgeous pair of shoes
We should say nay.
We know quite well we should refuse
but bargains we can always use.

Thursday,19 November 2009
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It might come back into fashion for all long suffering husbands

Thursday,19 November 2009
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Inevitable conclusion

Inevitable.

All who are born will surely die.
Nobody can escape their fate
Be they of high or low estate.

We may not know the reason why.
Each one of us will have to wait.
All who are born will surely die

This is a truth none can deny.
We must accept that soon or late
Our time will come Death will not wait.
All who are born will surely die.

Chaucerian Rondel

21/08/2009
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It makes no sense.

A dog goes mad and is destroyed
A danger to society.
Why do we strive to avoid
the use of the death penalty.

Why do we pay to keep alive
a madman that we cannot cure.
It seems unjust he should survive
His victims didn’t that’s for sure

There is no cure for his disease
No chance at all he will be freed,
no way that he can earn release
He should be put down humanely

Why should he live in luxury?
with all mod cons provided free.

Saturday,05 December 2009
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Abnormality

Abormality?

I suffer from a strange disease.
A most peculiar malady,
I do exactly as I please
I do not seek a remedy
I’m growing old disgracefully
it’s much more fun than being staid.
Revel in eccentricity.
I’ve no reason to be afraid
of what some people think of me.
All of the people I respect
accept a certain levity.
As for the rest I don’t expect
that they would dare not to conform
to what they perceive as the norm.

14-May-08

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Out of your rut! !

Sometimes a change of circumstance
which seems to be a tragedy.
Turns out to be a second chance
to take you where you ought to be.

Your firm decides it must downsize,
your job amongst the first to go.
Although you’re taken by surprise.
You know you set your sights too low

You have no choice but to review
the reasons that you chose to stay
In a job which offered you
nothing but boredom day by day.

Redundancy may prove to be
to your advantage in the end.
You must examine thoroughly
the options which you have my friend

Accept responsibility
Decide just what you want to do
and then go on triumphantly
You can make all your dreams come true.

14/05/2009
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Thinking Deeply.

I find these days quite frequently.
I slip into a semi trance.
When meditating quietly
on fate and changing circumstance.

I close my eyes to contemplate
Which seems quite sensible to me.
It leaves me free to concentrate
On what I think not what I see.

Of course my wife accuse me
of napping when I’m in a trance
But she does enjoy teasing me.
A little when she gets the chance.

I can’t deny it’s possible
I dropp off when I’m comfortable.
But I do not believe I do.
Although my wife insists it’s true.

Wednesday,03 November 2010
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Power Failure

Tonight I write by candle light
I am forced to by circumstance
Although the light is not too bright
I find that it gives me a chance.
To compare my life style today
with what I recall from my youth.
Reluctantly I have to say
If I should tell the honest truth
The simple life of yesteryear
may be a pleasant memory.
I much prefer my life today.
I need a brighter light to see
Advancing years have dimmed my sight
I dote upon electric light.

21-Nov-08
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Maturely Considered Opinion

Approaching his centenary.
The old man did not seem to be
at all concerned apparently.
About the fact that he was old.
Still a player in life’s game
He took each day just as it came
and treated every day the same.
He did not feel that he was old.
Though he had reached a ripe old age
Much greater then the average
He did not see that he should rage
against the fact that he was old
He saw no reason to complain
he’d rather not be young again.

07/07/2009
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Last Request.

Paralysis progressively
attacks my system stealthily.
There’s no hope of recovery
from the disease affecting me
I must consider carefully
the choices which are left to me
I can decide to linger on
although I know all hope is gone.
There is no cure nor will there be
OR choose to die with dignity.
I see no point in lingering
just to prolong my suffering.
Will you assist my suicide
I don’t expect you to decide
immediately. If you help me.
You lay yourself wide open to
harsh penalties. Which may land you
before a court to justify
the reasons that you helped me die.
You are my friend I can depend
on you to help me make an end.
Despite the risks which you incur
I know quite well you will defer
your decision till you are sure
There is not and cannot be a cure.
Then you will honour my request
Because you think it’s for best.

08/10/2009

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True Heroes

There at my feet my comrade lies
as though he were but fast asleep.
Death came and took him by surprise.
All soldiers know that life is cheap.

As does each politician.
Whose lies persuade young men to go
and sign on as a fighting man.
Because they are too young to know.

Their country’s leaders are not wise.
Although they all profess to be
They all refuse to recognise
in war there is no victory.

Except the claims which death will make.
That he has added to his score
the lives he’s taken and will take.
In this and any future war.

It has been so through history.
Old men send young men to die
and praise them for their bravery
Although they lie and know they lie.

Dead heroes are of little use.
Of course we praise their memory.
It takes a brave man to refuse
to go and face the enemy.

Though some accept they will not kill
but tend wounded where they can
They are prepared to use their skill
to help not harm their fellow man.

01/05/2009
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Just in case

The death knell sounds sonorously.
The mourners dressed decorously
have come to say their last farewell.
Invited by the tolling bell.

Some come to pay their last respects.
Nobody mentions his defects.
An unspoken conspiracy.
A custom universally.

observed by all the human race.
A funeral is not the place
to criticise the newly dead.
Perhaps because we live in dread.

That vengeful ghosts will take offence.
We choose to lie in self defence.

19/09/2009
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Aiding and Abetting

The right to live, the right to die
It’s my responsibility.
It is my choice or it should be
When life has lost all quality

I am in constant agony
There’s nothing else in life for me
What right have you to prevent me?
from dying with some dignity.

Why do you think I should endure
the agonies that death would cure.
The choice is mine and mine alone
and I have made my wishes known

Who gave you the right to say me nay.
To bid me that I have to stay
Are you prepared to take my place
and face the future that I face.

You have the right to your own view
but you are not entitled to.
Dictate to me what I should do.
Its long past time for a review.

Clarification of the law.
What the law is and what it’s for.
If I should choose the date and time
Of my demise is that a crime.

And if it’s not, assisting me.
Becoming an accessory.
Should not incur a penalty
but seems to do incredibly.

If suicide is not a crime
and is not apparently.
How can you justify the time.
Punishing those who have helped me..

31/07/2009
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Free Thinker.

I don’t believe the world we see could happen accidentally.
Considered scientifically the evidence convinces me.
There has to be some master plan, some power which is greater than anything conceived by man. Which I believe because I can
think independently. Refuse to follow slavishly
the ideas which are currently accepted by humanity.
Though different creeds hold different views from a man is free to choose.
I am entitled to refuse. After all what can I lose?
I can accept that I might be completely wrong quite possibly.
But I believe that I am free to reject theology.
Though warring creeds have every right to see it as a sacred rite
Freedom to worship as they choose. I can respect their different views.
That does not mean I must agree. I tolerate quite easily
and all I ask their respect. I ‘m not a fool I don’t expect
they will relinquish bigotry and cease to try to convert me.
I don’t belong to any creed Because I can’t see any need.
I think that god created me and gave me the ability
To use my brain to think things through and that is what I choose to do
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Tuesday,11 May 2010.
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Enforced Solution

The greatest problem that men face
Is overpopulation.
We will run out of living space.
There won’t be room for everyone.

The powers that be refuse to see
they must find some solution
and implement urgently.
I cannot be the only one

To see disaster looms ahead.
Unless it’s taken seriously.
the human race has over bred.
Continues to haphazardly.

If we don’t act then Nature will.
She’s not prepared to tolerate
Too many mouths she cannot fill.
Although our rulers hesitate.

Dame Nature can act ruthlessly
And she will not procrastinate.
Once she sees the necessity.
and act before it is too late.

As I suspect she’s done before.
She will revive some old disease
we’re not immune to any more.
And cut our numbers down with ease.

Only the fittest will survive.
A hardy stock from which to breed
to keep the human race alive.
Because of course we took no heed.

The warning signs were clear to see.
One of Natures oldest laws
We chose to ignore foolishly,
that Mother Nature must enforce.

Too many mouths, too little food.
Too many people to sustain
Then Nature acts for own good
and culls the breeding stock again…

Wednesday,06 January 2010
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Enforced Solution.