When the World is in a mess
Events all around not going well
Parliamentarians in distress
Gone home to face their private hell

There can be another side
In every situation
With the turning of the tide
Comes a different interpretation.

What care you, the clasp and grasp of class,
Or of lives led to deceive the World?
Only the values that never pass
Are worth getting life’s flag unfurled.

The foundations are dug deep
Prosaic they may seem
But secure, the edifice to keep
And the effort to redeem.

Compared to lofty palaces
And their glittering display
Where searching for solid bases
Are denied when built on clay.

One may dream one’s thoughts
From day to day or with grand sweep,
But life is building solidly each day
Towards a distant goal
Where all is understandable
If bitter sweet.

And when it’s time to rest
The thoughts that can be trailed
Are, I have done my best
And that it has prevailed.

July 2009