To be young

.

On seeing students heading towards lectures this morning…

 

The world at their feet

living life, learning, loving

how I envy them

It was my time long ago

and I would love to return

 

by Scooj

To Dorchester

 

The engine drags us through

a rich and verdant land

lush from unusually heavy summer rains

 

The rhythm is punctuated by small stations

boasting tidy flowerbeds and once busy buildings

that slumber now as polluting cars

offer a more convenient means of travel

 

I am afforded the luxury of time to think

and to stare out of the window

where I see my life dashing by

each blade of grass a memory lost

 

Closer now to my destination than to my home

the journey has passed all too quickly

I should have liked a little more time, just a little,

to have lingered a while at each of the stops along the way.

 

by Scooj

 

* something of a rarity from me. Always a little nervous of sharing poems other than haikus or tankas.

Window seat

.

I’m facing backwards

watching the world pass me by

metaphor for life.

.

by Scooj

Life

 

If there’s a reason

then surely days like today

in part explain it.

 

by Scooj

Toadstools

 

In death we find life

nothing ever goes to waste;

a new beginning.

 

by Scooj

The squeeze

.

High-maintenance kids

and elderly frail parents;

squeezed generation.

.

by Scooj

In death

 

In death we see time

and events that shape our past

in death we see life.

 

by Scooj

Morning drag

 

Lethargic students

trudge their way to lecture halls

nursing excesses.

 

by Scooj

Dependent

 

Horrible wet day;

sustenance and life, I must

learn to love the rain.

 

by Scooj

Funeral talk

 

Uncomfortable

conversations about death.

Inevitable.

 

by Scooj