POETRY - PHILOSOPHY


It’s Time

Old Blighty, the white cliffs of Dover, Trafalagar Square, Wembley’s twin towers,
The English Channel’s two way directional traffic, line dotted on a clear day.
Well that’s show business folks, progress and redevelopment, adapt or be left behind to stagnate,
Seven to one underdog winners on All Saints Day ’77, against the old but most glamorous adversary,
The new, young & irrepressible, all conquering Docherty Red Devils,
Against the maverick, dotted jeweled, second tier Saints.
The greatest day in Southampton’s history, at the never again to be perennial Wembley Stadium.
Memories, the Dell no longer, oh what fond recollections of performance, war and conflict,
The sixties, those days, that football and music, that freedom.
Well that’s history and here’s reality, for a re-appraisal and a philosophical bearing exercise,
There’s a time for everything and now seems the moment to return to the hearth
And playground of old, to impart some positivity into connections old and new.
Grand parents duties and responsibilities, with such inquisitive niece and nephews,
Indicating an impending summer return, five years feels and sounds about right.