Travelling Towards

ONE STOP POETRY

TRAVELLING TOWARDS

We are always travelling towards. 'The best is yet to be.'

Over the horizon lies a perfect shining sea;

Meadows of sweet grass await us just round the next bend;

Avenues of gracious trees stretching on without an end;

Not much further! There, for sure, we'll find the perfect beach!

Everything we long for..... always, always out of reach.

It's part of the human condition, to be pushing-on and striving;

We're always on our way 'there' and never quite arriving.

The little star-like weeds we pass in a rather boring by-way

Are nothing like the blossoms at the ending of our highway!

Next year! Next week! Not yet! But soon! Perfection keeps on beckoning!

And this new gadget that we want will deliver, that's our reckoning.

For sure our futures well may hold the finer and the grander

But let's roll this word around our lips.....

The lovely word

Meander.

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WALKING TALL!

Is there any ecstasy to be compared with this?

It's even much more wonderful than that first stolen kiss!

When 'on all fours' has been the rule, and all you've seen is feet,

That very first uncertain step is powerfully sweet.

When you prepare to walk to Dad and Dad holds out his arms,

You become 'homo erectus', enjoying those upright charms.

You become part of the human race, not some small crawling thing.

Once you were a creature, but now you are a king!

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