2 July 2008

A poem

Time Lines

Granny’s only forty but she’s already had a heart attack,

Another on the way and I wonder if she knows it,

Footsteps will be followed all the way to the end,

Filling shoes that are handed down,

Indifferent because they will never be yours,

Dreams that are lost before they are realised,

Young eyes see clearer than the clouded young mind,

Frustrated elders watching the lost youth,

Decision makers, time takers – who is really happiest?