Their Best Try
Their Best Try
A sunny day in April, just a gentle breeze,
I sit quietly on the patio, watching birds and bees.
Small clouds like cotton wool, drift slowly through the sky,
Peaceful puffs of fluffy white, as they sail serenely by.
The year is twenty twenty one, my seventy fifth on earth,
A mixture of good and bad, of sadness and of mirth.
I’ve watched the human race progress, new inventions by the score,
I’ve watched the rich get richer, watched the struggles by the poor.
I’m quite glad I’m neither, just somewhere in between,
Serving in the army, riding escort to the queen.
Bringing up a family, trying to do it right.
Learning when to back down, or when to stand and fight.
The older generation, and there are many, just like me,
wonder what the future holds, for their family tree.
If we could travel back in time, and take our family too,
Just to show them first hand, the things we used to do.
We want young ones to have a future, not live their lives in fear,
To experience life as we did, when we’re no longer here.
They’ll need to face the problems, that the modern world presents,
They’ll need to have the courage, to not just sit on the fence.
We want them to have a future, without restrictions, doom and gloom,
Have fun with friends and family, and not just rely on Zoom.
So I sit quietly on the patio, deep in thought as clouds float by,
Hoping that they don’t just give up, but give it their best try.
©️Martin Silvester 30/4/21.
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