
Left behind
Out of mind
Set aside
And forgotten
Once important
No longer dear
Yesterday’s realm
As if rotten
Why do we act this way
Abandoning things of our past?
Is it because of culture throw away
Where nothing is meant to last?
Padre
Left behind
Out of mind
Set aside
And forgotten
Once important
No longer dear
Yesterday’s realm
As if rotten
Why do we act this way
Abandoning things of our past?
Is it because of culture throw away
Where nothing is meant to last?
Padre
Half truths and denials
Fabrications and spin
Promises made
In order to win
Compromising situations
Political capital all spent
The only way out is downwards
It’s best that he went
Padre
When eating sweets or crisps for that matter
What’s to be done with the wrapper?
That thing once used is oft discarded
We don’t keep hold – but with it soon are parted
Wrappers are things we throw away
We don’t want them for yet another day
And so I often remind my tutees
That with their music they should do their duty
For when it comes to the rappers of today
We should be sure to throw the rubbish away
Padre
Life today seems transitory,
As we move on from place to place.
Gone is the time of a job for life;
And old landmarks are removed to make real estate space.
Friendships are measured by numbers on screens
Not by a smile face to face.
Relationships are disposable,
As for greener pastures we race.
“Home”
No more than a “down-time” space.
As all blurs by us, on to what do we hold?
What is it that tethers us in place?
Padre
Pixabay
Shamrock, Thistle, and the Leek
Each was growing free
Now penned in by Rose’s thorns
A counterfeit liberty
Westminster still has much to learn
For there are more than Roses – you see
That make up this fragile union
That they think of as “their” country
Padre
Why have you come and disturbed my rest?
You have no intent, in this holy place, to utter a single prayer
Yet above me you stand and gawk and stare
Of my very presence you seem fully unaware
Some have come to rub my brass – but of me no interest is shown
Of my might in battle, or service to throne
Of voyages and holy lands seen
So, why have you come and disturbed my rest?
What have you come to see?
Arches and pillars – is that all?
What of God – and what of me?
Padre
Many of the people that visit Medieval churches and cathedrals tour these places without an awareness of the nobles, knights, and clerics over whose memorial slabs and graves they tread.