Poems
Say, In A Hundred Years
Say, in a hundred years or so, you see my face
across the mist of time, will you pause to muse my song,
to recollect my look, recalling how we smiled
when happy circumstance brought joy to us, beguiled,
the very life in us when sampling this hard world and long
will we remember how those times ago took place.
Or will this life be lost to us, forever gone?
Will only subtle inferences then serve our ends
for echoes of the past to trip a memory.
However hard we try to dredge, mere allegory
is all there is remaining then to sample there as friends
and yet, remember how we wished our lives go on,
forever loving, seeing truth in all the words there used,
trusting all of promises proposed in simple phrase described.
And will we in another lifetime meet to greet the dawn,
to spend a spell of wandering again, find each by chance?
Will there still be one- time-dreams of hope complete,
of flowers and fauna neath trees in meadows sweet,
soft breezes warm with friendly touch, see grasses dance
in air that carries on it heady scents of nature born -
to swell the appetites of life, and what of the panoply of stars?
Will there still remain the stars to shine at night?
Those planets tied in orbits vast for ever on their way?
Will Venus always shine to mark the sky as bright
and will that Solar Planet serve us well by day
or turn us like the God of War, a desolated Mars?
So - What of the things we have ever known?
The all of things we leave behind yet call our own?
Both young and old, will they be there to greet or leave us be -
to find our way? - We shall see – Yes, we shall see.
by John Plumridge
H.J.P. Sept.2009