Isle of Skye (Scotland) – 1973, standing in the rain, in a puddle, in my bikini, with my best friend…..
…..That’s my overwhelming memory of Skye,
Just letting the world happily drift by…
and while the rain tippled down,
we laughed aloud, no hint of a frown,
as we truly enjoyed those silly days of fun…
On that holiday, there was never any sun
and dark stormy clouds cast their shadow,
as they moved misty and low
and the cool wind did blow,
strong and powerful over craggy Cuillin mountains…
Regardless of weather, we friends stuck together,
staying firm and fast to our doctrine….
“To laugh and have fun with no worries or cares”…
Spurred on further, by those dour Skye natives
and their very grumpy stares,
which just tickled these wee friends, ever more deep,
as we stood in that puddle, tears o’ joy ‘cross our cheeks….
Yet now we are suddenly 40 years on
and it seems there’s always too much to get done!
No time to waste recalling happy days on Skye,
or to notice how quickly the years have flown by…
Working so hard and rushing through life
Focussing too much attention on trouble and strife!
Two old friends, no longer go with the flow …
And at night sinking down feeling heavy and low,
As over our lives, dark clouds cast their shadow….
Now we reach out for anti-depressants,
or stay stuck in our rut, downing appetite suppressants!
And in our mirrored reflections,
we glimpse dark eyes and sallow complexions,
And our minds begin to ponder -“ Is there more to life than this?”
What’s happened to the joy and bliss,
Before we got swept along on the tide
And somehow forgot to enjoy the ride…
But in 40 years more, what will I recall
as into that never ending slumber I start to fall?
As I doze in the chair in my last September,
What will it be that I remember?……..
Will it be trouble and strife, that has me frowning
Or will my memories be of laughter and clowning?
As I recall those happy times on Skye,
Surely our memories are true and don’t lie…
Somewhere in my ancient memory, I’m sure I recall
our sweet faces aglow as bright as the sun
during those 2 weeks on Skye full of innocent fun….
So I take stock in this moment… before it’s too late…
and choose to live each night, like my very first date…
Spending time with family and friends who I love,
Spreading peace to them all with the grace of a dove…
I’ll leave work early not late, in a calm relaxed state,
And from this moment on, live each day like my last,
Before my life really has…. totally passed!
I’ll ensure each day of my life is a joy to remember,
when I sit in my chair, looking back as I slumber,
with a smile not a frown in my last September…