Spring, the Sweet Spring

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SPRING, THE SWEET SPRING

Spring, the sweet Spring

Is the year's pleasant king.......

Oh dear! Someone has said that before!

But the flowers and the sea

Whisper those words to me

And I wont think-up any more!

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IF AT FIRST.......

'Try' is such an exhausting word!

And, without ability, it seems absurd!

Trying? Well it's rather trying!

So noble and so death-defying!

I've always taken the easiest way

Of getting through each coming day.

I've never strained, I've never striven!

My lack of spine can't be forgiven.

As soon as I dropped my very first ball

I said 'I don't want sport at all!'

As soon as I hit a faulty key.

I said 'The piano's not for me.'

When someone suggested mountain-climbing,

I said 'I think I'll stick to rhyming.'

The mantra that really suited me

Was ' Just enjoy what comes easily'.

You look at me, I know, askance,

Giving me a scornful glance.

'Only effort means a thing;

Effort can make a man a king!'

Oh I'd like to be a pianist,

Doing my best for Mr Liszt!

I'd like to win some lovely medals,

For turning wheels and pushing pedals!

But all the effort that goes before

Makes me wonder what it's for.

It's lovely for those who are spectators,

But tiring for participators!

My little 'gifts', to write, to act,

Have filled my life and that's a fact.

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See the two snails up above!

There's one who certainly needs a shove;

He's 'tried' but he has still been beaten.

And even the winner will be eaten!

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