Free verse baffles me, and I must stick to simple doggerel,’ says Barry Jacobs from U3A
Helderberg in the Cape. Nevertheless, many folk with empathize with the sentiments he
expresses here.
Free verse baffles me, and I must stick to simple doggerel,’ says Barry Jacobs from U3A
Helderberg in the Cape. Nevertheless, many folk with empathize with the sentiments he
expresses here.
THE WAY FORWARD
I was warm and drowsy with nodding head
When my thoughts took flight and onward led,
To a quiet place with a time-set street,
Where a figure moved with jerking feet.
Help me! Help me! Cried this little man,
As down the street of time he ran.
"Behind me there's a ghost with Scythe;
I fear he wants to take my life.
Although they'd heard, yet no one stirred
In answer to his cried distress.
And those who spoke of good - and deed,
Now showed no care for common seed.
The voice was soft; as in the head.
With waves of sound it gently said:
"Why do you run. Where do you go?
You're only moving to and fro.
Take time to live. Explore your mind.
Uncover meanings of a different kind.
Till the time does come that we all must know,
For we're all a part of that timeless flow.
“Come the end of the road and you'll be free
Of the ties and tethers that had to be.
You'll be the dew, and kiss the rose;
Or ride the wind and have no woes;"
(For some door opens when others close.)
I felt a breath, hand had hold of me,
And I struggled; I struggled vainly to be free,
Till I heard a voice of quiet melody
"Wake up my dear, wake up; it’s me.
And now I think it’s time for tea.”