i think i'll write a rhyme

Sometimes, late at night you do some of your best (or worse) work, depending on the wine .. here is one from last night.

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​I thought it was time, 
to write a rhyme ...

No particular theme.
no particular time,

Just that, for some reason I'm
wanting to rhyme..

Never done it before
can't think why,
It's not that hard, 
just a stage in my  ...

life!

My lovely wife,
wonders why
I never gave it a try
again .... life..

seems to get in the way,
takes over your day,
sunshine but no hay
...need to make some

opportunities come, 
and go, and though
we are busy we are also 
distracted.

life's not that protracted
that we can't redact
some of our daily routines
that are meaningless acts

Disdain for routine, wonder why?
getting older - new things to try
before the bucket and its list run dry.

Bucket list - now there's an idea.
how many events 
in our crazy career,
did we really miss out on?

nearly .. really, ?

Probably not many, if honesty's a thing,
you navigate through life, 
you see what it brings,

roundabouts and swings, mostly
forks in the road, avoid the ghostly 
experiences, wherever you can
tell yourself you've been your own man,

..... carried the can .. or was it the bucket
nearly got that one to rhyme too, damn it.

Dont think I'm able to jump out of a plane,
get older, bloody vertigo,
plays with your brain.
even, it seems, 
if only in dreams.

You know, those ones where you climb
to the highest bit
then you look down,... oh-oh, i think I'm ...for it!
then you wake up, that was close ..
...nearly got that to rhyme, too ..

This is becoming otiose.

never mind the iambic pentameter
that was a close and  frightening parameter,
..whoops!, but I  digress
mind's scrambling, bit of a mess.

Nevertheless...!

motorbikes, need for speed,
no, should have done that
when I was sowing my seed

a long time ago,
before vertigo

fast cars, never a thing
happy to be prince, but never the king
Horses, boats, gadgets, disdain for all 
but one majestic sport makes them all pall ..

Early in life, discovered the magic.
a lifelong Rugby tragic,
played it, coached it, involved every way
love it, and live it every day

Knees are shot, brain is not,
I think I'll take my writing skills
out for a begrudging, limping  trot.

Write about anything,
we've got plenty of time,
Maybe some of it will rhyme.

Time .... will tell ...

[copyright John Gates 2019]