No sooner than you sit down you must get up, its either to use the toilet, or answer the doorbell or time for sup. Life never runs in a straight line, unless of course the Hospital Graph reveals your decline?
Your Plane goes up, your Plane comes down, each way causes a frown but then comes a big sigh of relief, much better than sorrow and grief!
Your big time was up when your Boss gives you that special “Well Done”, so you decide to visit the local Pub to celebrate and have fun. On your way home you drive like a Clown, then you are down as you find yourself in the City Pound.
They say that Hope Floats but not when your little Dingy springs a leak in the Moat and your laughed at as a blundering old goat! To stay up you must avoid the Shoals that sink Hope, avoid the Shoal of Pride, it will become as a dagger thrust into your side, avoid the Shoal of lies, it will entice you like a new Bride but it will rat you out and your good reputation will not abide.
The last Shoal to avoid is the hidden Shoal of Ego, which desires itself to be pumped up everywhere you go, it doesn’t take long for your companions to know. To avoid this Shoal, praise others instead of yourself, this will bring true humility, a meekness that is not looked at as a weakness, a Godlike quality, a nice person to have around for the Holidays.
I like the fact that through out your poems is always woven that element of humour. "Hope floats but not when your dingy springs a leak" is my favourite. There are lots of messages and metaphors and it is the type of poem that the more times you read it the more you see in it. Milly x