Ambition

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AMBITION

As I look back down the corridor of time

I see that I've been drawn as on a thread.

I muse upon my years of writing rhyme

And yearn to take back many things I said.

I've followed like a sheep the latest fad;

And many verses have been bald and raw.

The omens have not been entirely bad,

But at the heart there's always been a flaw.

I must strengthen all my verve and aim to be

A little better further down the track.

The mirror that I find reflecting me

Should have a happier writer looking back.

My fingertips must summon from the keys

Some opal, gem-like work to make me proud;

I'll thrust away my old banalities

And hold my head up high above the crowd!
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LISTENING-IN.

I enjoy nights of dreamless sleep;

I sleep sound and I sleep deep.

But a lullaby's part of my routine,

That's how it has always been.

And my lullaby is the BBC;

My own accent appeals to me!

All I listen to is the News,

Plus discussions and peoples' views!

Music I find too disconcerting;

Too many memories, some hurting!

But droning voices talking about

War and grief and pain and doubt

I find just lull me off to sleep,

More efficiently than counting sheep!

I lie there, sheet tucked under my chin,

Learning of what a mess we're in!

Troubles here and troubles there,

Starving people, cupboards bare,

Trickery and the Credit Crunch!

Gosh! We are a nasty bunch!

I should be jerked awake by grief!

But all I feel is great relief

That I am warm, safe and well-fed

Not marked by hunger and by dread!

I listen-in to the wide world's woes

And, gradually, I start to doze!

I wake at seven, the radio

Is still hard at it, blow by blow,

While I've slept like a little baby!

I ask myself.....am I odd?

Maybe!

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