No Rail Against Time

Life is like

A one way rail journey

There are many stations

Once one is past

There’s no going back

So learn from it

And move on

Don’t look back

Someone else

Bought your first ticket

And chose your station in life

So remember

It’s OK to get off at a station

And buy a new ticket

To a new destination

The scenery will change

Your fellow passengers will change

You will change

Choose First Class
For it is better to travel well

Than to wait in vain for an upgrade.

Time is the rail




Do not squander it

And remember the final choice:




You are here to pass it on




Find Out

What “It” Is…

The clock is ticking

And you…

…You are a Traveller in Time



Poem: In The Windy City

Poem In The Windy City

Umbrellas stripped from their owners

Like petals from a flower past its time

Wind and rain’s capricious kiss

Lingers, tingling on these lips of mine.

Eyes squint against such force

But it will pass… of course

A tourist in Chicago must be patient with

The Weather’s rhythm and its rhyme.

Poem: January Journey (from Dorking to London)

Row upon row of empty, desolate vines

Like War Graves;

A Mole swallowed by a python

Snaking destructively through the cleavage of Dorking’s sodden hills;

Brave and noble, Ancient Trees


Beside the dismembered limbs,

Torn and severed

Of many a young comrade.

And Yet

Catkins like Christmas decorations

Pussy Willow fluffed up with joyous anticipation of Spring’s first kisses;

A soft smile from a child on her way to Nursery

Safely nestled in Mother’s arms;

A sweet, “Thank You!” unbidden from another

As I politely stand aside:

Good manners are delightful!

And, the icing – a gracious exchange of

Genuine “Good Morning!” from the perfect stranger

On her way to Friends…

Not all bad then

But surely the snows must follow?