London Ale

The beer flows,
in this town,
more than
I’ve ever known.

A pint will buy,
more friends than
any stature or money
you may find.

It is who you know,
not who you are;
what you become,
depends on who you meet.

This network,
an exclusive club,
open to all
that buy the first round.

Work is done by raising a glass,
not by raising hell on your staff;
cheers to that! I say,
here’s to another round.


Time Regrettable

I waste so much time,
unaware until it’s gone;

Paralysed by thought,
finite and out of sight;

I grew old when I was young,
out of time before I began;

Time wasted on regrets,
and unfulfilled dreams;

What could have been – wasn’t,
and what was – shouldn’t have been.

Tight ropes and balancing acts,
no cushion could ease this blow.

The weight of knowing trips me,
when memory mocks ambition

And staggers progress
for want of more of the same.