Today's poem has not appeared on the blog since 2012.
Happiness means different things to different people; it can be elusive, yes, in which case all the more reason to look at why we are unhappy…and DO something about it.
Me? Yes, I like to travel, but at heart I am a home bird, just as well since I have a mobility problem these days and getting out and about is not easy although I have to say I am happy enough in my own way. There are aspects of my life I would like to change, of course, like not having a partner to share it, and growing old with all its associated slings and arrows, but there is not a lot I can do about either so I enjoy what is good about my life and ignore the rest. (Well, most of the time.)
I once overheard one friend tell another that he needed to grow up, get away from home and see the world. "You can't go through life travelling third class in books, TV and films." I will never forget the reply: "Why not? Everyone I love is here, and I love this place. Besides, I only ever travel first class, and it doesn't cost the earth. Oh, and I don't need a passport either." The friend shrugged, lost for words. His companion disappeared into the local public library.
TRAVELLING LIGHT or HOME BIRDS
We’d stroll miles of golden sands,
my love and I, happily holding hands,
exchanging dreams of foreign lands
we wished ourselves to be, suspecting
we’d never, in reality, go there,
book hols abroad by train or plane,
thereby seen as home birds
We’d share our dreams with waves
and ice creams at feisty seaside places
where gulls' cries eager to greet us,
having already let passing clouds know
we would always be up for joyrides
across time and space, though friends
may take us for home birds
Now, showing its age, that lustre,
of sands where we'd stroll, you and I,
yet seagulls still yelling greetings,
waves and foam confiding far shores
such glorious memories but a few
would credit the likes of you and me,
long since tagged home birds
Our globetrotting haunts me now,
all those faraway places we'd get to see.
for clouds taking us up, up, up
and away, setting us down wherever,
a part of us forever, kindred spirits
on a roll, your death failing to part us,
we home birds, still flying high
Copyright R. N. Taber 2012, 2020
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