Saturday, April 30, 2011

In the Past


Because these days have passed,
This mirror scene portrays
Something rather sad,
A hint of earlier days.
For many years we met
In the house above the sea,
To chat and eat and laugh
With familiarity.
Christmases and birthdays,
All of them celebrated
And a change in the way of things
Was never contemplated.
Now Mary's moved away;
She's gone to pastures new,
And our little social fabric
Has gone, alas, askew.
This picture in the mirror
Has a hint of unreality.
It looks like a little hint
Of unavoidable mortality.


This photograph deceives our eyes,
Hiding the blue of our seas and skies.
But there's another deception here,
Though, at first it might not be quite so clear.
See the coal-ships way off-shore;
We know what they are waiting for.
They will be our trade solution,
Exporting ship-loads of black pollution.
Sending coal to other races,
Other countries, other places,
Clouding their skies with dust and dirt,
While we remain blue and quite unhurt.
We deceive ourselves every time we feel
That pollution is a bit unreal!
Look at our sky! It's bright and clear!
'Pollution?' we say 'Oh no! Not here!'

1 comment:

'Tsuki said...

There is nothing like chatting with a group of friends... Nice contribution !