Poems of This and That

The hour comes for all

Some before others

But come it does

And in many forms too

It came for the Girl with the Smiling Lips.

Her smile mischievous

Below sky blue eyes.

A pale grey cardigan

With a jaunty collar fold

Worn on shoulders too young

For the hour

And lips curving into that smile.

How to make a mark?

When the pitiless clock is ticking

Those few years spent in being

Were skillfully shaped by:

Parents, kin, home, school days and friendships

And finally, hospitals

Where medicine battles nature

An unseen speck is the enemy

Fought by warriors in shifts

Felt in weakness and wasting

The bones capitulate

Those pesky bones.

Only the will to be remains

And sparks a review of time spent

With wisdom beyond young years

Taught by the marvel of being.