Four People On Our Journey

Four people on OUR JOURNEY
Entered ‘The Playing Field’
Each with an attitude
That would not easily YIELD

The crowd looked on
In rather a daze
For the players had entered
A well planned maze

The crowd were amused
At such a sight
Dark glasses were worn
To block out the light

At the precise time
The whistle blew
The game began
The rules were BRAND NEW

One raised his stick
And another fell
It’s a pantomime of sorts
They are playing it well

The crowd looked on
And gave lots of advice
A player was hit
Not once, but twice

One of the players
Left the scene
And what continued
Became obscene

Three people wandered
In a daze in a maze
The crowd left the stands
So they were now out of their gaze

…The seasons changed
From Spring, Winter to Fall
A siren was heard
Did one player call?

A stretcher was rushed
To the now sad scene
A player was removed
Bandaged, bathed and made clean.

But somewhere inside
That puzzling maze
Were another two players
Walking in a daze

They called in the guard dogs
To sniff them out
Have they DIED to their self life?
What’s this all about?

How long now
Have they been in that place?
To get them out
Is the challenge we face…

…Two MATURE players
Walked from that field
Heads held high
Both NOW KNEW HOW TO YIELD

The sun was shining
Their glasses were gone
They may of played
The game all wrong
But now they are STRONG
Beautifully attired and in place
To love, comfort and console
Their fellow HUMAN RACE.

Written 13.6.1987

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