H/w 21/2/22 PERCHANCE
Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2022 2:53 pm
PERCHANCE
©Ron Boughton Feb. 2022
Through miracles of chance, on this speck of dust we call earth
You joined the human race, the year ‘Forty Nine of your birth,
And what were the odds in the mystery, of space and time,
That you, could through the sliding door theories prevail sublime,
Beginning on lifes journey with no ‘sat-nav’ there to guide
Along destinies roads unknown...for one hell of a ride!
Where rear view mirrors aren’t used, until later down the track
When our wheels rust a little and we take time to look back!
Anticipation is the norm’ from the dawn of first day
There calling like the carrot dangled, to point us the way,
Between the light and shadow offered, that becomes our choice
With right or wrong there influenced, by our minds little voice.
And there were times that you heard it and times that you ignored
Then wore the consequences after logic came on board,
And wasn’t, when head would hit the pillow, or just before sleep
It would be before morn’; when that first light of dawn …would creep.
I reflect of hard work, in the millions of bricks I laid
Where the ‘mud’ puddles became beauty in walls of the trade,
I stood up to be counted where the hard work was concerned
And all those beers consumed was, just part of the reward earned!
And thinking Thousands of K’s, I’ve covered on Two Wheels and Four
How fortunate in this land I’ve been, and couldn’t ask for more,
And Fifty years happy marriage will be chalked up this year
And good health is the catalyst of life’s gift to hold dear!
So, would I change a thing, of all the ups and downs to date?
Though some regrets I do have - I think most people could relate-
With Two good kids we were blessed, and to me it’s crystal clear
The sliding door theory determines fate within our sphere!
What we do in moments of time can have lifelong effects
And if things had been different, in the past, when one reflects,
We wouldn’t have our treasured grandkids, so I am certain then!
I’d want no change, if perchance …I should pass this way again!
©Ron Boughton Feb. 2022
Through miracles of chance, on this speck of dust we call earth
You joined the human race, the year ‘Forty Nine of your birth,
And what were the odds in the mystery, of space and time,
That you, could through the sliding door theories prevail sublime,
Beginning on lifes journey with no ‘sat-nav’ there to guide
Along destinies roads unknown...for one hell of a ride!
Where rear view mirrors aren’t used, until later down the track
When our wheels rust a little and we take time to look back!
Anticipation is the norm’ from the dawn of first day
There calling like the carrot dangled, to point us the way,
Between the light and shadow offered, that becomes our choice
With right or wrong there influenced, by our minds little voice.
And there were times that you heard it and times that you ignored
Then wore the consequences after logic came on board,
And wasn’t, when head would hit the pillow, or just before sleep
It would be before morn’; when that first light of dawn …would creep.
I reflect of hard work, in the millions of bricks I laid
Where the ‘mud’ puddles became beauty in walls of the trade,
I stood up to be counted where the hard work was concerned
And all those beers consumed was, just part of the reward earned!
And thinking Thousands of K’s, I’ve covered on Two Wheels and Four
How fortunate in this land I’ve been, and couldn’t ask for more,
And Fifty years happy marriage will be chalked up this year
And good health is the catalyst of life’s gift to hold dear!
So, would I change a thing, of all the ups and downs to date?
Though some regrets I do have - I think most people could relate-
With Two good kids we were blessed, and to me it’s crystal clear
The sliding door theory determines fate within our sphere!
What we do in moments of time can have lifelong effects
And if things had been different, in the past, when one reflects,
We wouldn’t have our treasured grandkids, so I am certain then!
I’d want no change, if perchance …I should pass this way again!