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No Time To Give Or Share.
What is this life, if full of care
We have no time, to give or share.
No time to give, for our children’s education
To teach them to share, instead of self gratification.
No time to give, a friendly gesture or look
Only time to share, ‘electronic’ friends on Facebook.
No time to give, a helping hand
Taxman don’t share, they just demand.
No time to give, to the poor and needy
We don’t share, shout the corrupt and greedy.
No time to give anything, or even earn a meal
Abusive migrants come for their share, or steal.
No time to give, to save the earth
Profiteers just want their share, of it’s worth.
Bloated bankers never give, anything away
Never share, outrageous bonuses or exorbitant pay.
Give and share now, to ease the sorrow
Help someone have, a happier tomorrow.
( Amal Reetpet  .. With respect to W.H. Davies )

No Need To Be Vain.
I used to wear make-up, to make my eyes twinkle
But now it just shows, every line and wrinkle.
There’s no need now, to be vain
As the important wrinkles, are in my brain.
Things once so pert, now sadly droop
Life’s constant pressure, has made me stoop.
I may be older, with some senses dim
But I’m very happy, in my own skin.
I think it’s crazy, and pathetically drastic
To abuse a body, with silicone and plastic.
Who wants a model’s figure, or a bodybuilder’s physique
When your heart beats, your brain works,
And you know that you’re unique.
( Amal Reetpet  )

My self diagnosed affliction, is acute procrastination.
I might need an intravenous dose, of methodical organisation.
Perhaps I need some targets, like our dear old NHS
But no, even brilliant migrants, will never clear, that chaotic mess.
I will only visit the doctor, if I think I’m desperately ill
Don’t trust the local pharmacist, he wants to sell his brand new pill.
I’d go and look on Google, but I’m rather internet wary
I hear that some of those vicious trolls, can be persistently scary.
I’ve only just now realised, how to tackle my mental sorrow
Today I’ll just enjoy myself, and leave my worries until tomorrow.
( Amal Reetpet  )

Remember me when I am gone away.
Gone far away into the silent land
When you can no longer hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned.
Only remember me.. you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
( Christina Rossetti )

The World’s Greatest Need.
A little more kindness and a little less greed.
A little more giving and a little less need.
A little more smile and a little less frown.
A little less kicking a man when he’s down.
A little more ‘we’ and a little less ‘I’.
A little more laughs and a little less cry.
A little more flowers on the pathway of life,
And fewer on graves at the end of the strife.
( C. Austin Miles )

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