The Friends of Legend

Not every superhero,
Wears a cape for all to see.
Some save the day and make things right,
Super stealthily.

Legend friends you can rely on.
There’ll be there through thick and thin.
A pull no punches powerhouse,
That won’t let you give in.

They swoop in armed with cups of tea,
Just in the nick of time.
With X-Ray vision;
See right through your claims “I’m doing fine”.

To the rescue!
In a flash, they combat your despair.
Superhumans, bringers of peace,
Through strength, love, hugs and care.

You marvel at your trusted circle,
Of avenger friends.
Who build you up and help you find,
Your badass self again.

Thank you to my heroes.
You standby so steadfastly.
I endeavour to be half the friend,
That you have been to me.

It’s Time The World Got On The Naughty Step

Living day-to-day, we think we’ve got issues.
But turn on the news and there’s real need for tissues.

No child should die naked except for a nappy.
Then splashed on the news making regimes feel happy.

Kids experiencing gunfire, chemicals and war.
And really, please tell me, what on earth is this for?

My kids are so lucky, they have no idea,
What it is to be hungry, scared and feel fear.

Human beings court destruction, corruption and pain.
And we do this again, and again, and again.

No God would justify actions like these.
So, for the love of all Gods just stop it now please.

I’m not preaching here, this is more of a rant.
Mean no more to the world than a minuscule ant.

But we’ve got to start somewhere, let’s all give a stuff.
Come on, live and let live; enough is enough.

Let’s bring up our children to be kind and to share.
In the hope that as adults they’ll live with that care.

We’re one tiny planet in one huge universe.
Shouldn’t we try to do better, not worse?

A bag rests in the corner,
That’s reserved for all the best.
Keepsakes, memories and mementos,
For when you’ve flown the nest.

Tops, trousers, shoes and costumes,
Some with spag bol and grass stains.
At least, when you’ve left home,
This tiny loot will still remain.

Each time I put your clothes away,
I feel a little low.
Your outgrown things look good as new;
Where did those last months go?

A vacuum pack of treasures,
Captured as we laughed and played.
Nothing much to look at,
But too precious to give away.

Despite your Dad’s “Jeeze, not more crap,
To pack into our loft”.
The contents of that bag someday,
Will make his heart go soft.

We’ll think it seems like yesterday,
Since you were oh so small.
Boom! In a flash, you’re all grown up,
And standing oh so tall.

To the world, that bag’s just full,
Of unsuspecting stuff.
Yet to me it’s simply priceless,
And it makes me feel dead chuffed.