David Weir 

Bathgate, UK 

 
 
 

Born, West Craig's Lanarkshire August 13th 19-28 The Roaring Twenty's came from working class people, who were the salt of the earth! I, was an only son. Left school at fourteen years. Worked in steel works. Then as apprentice Baker and Confectioner. Went into Army at 18 years became PT Instructor, passed course at Berlin Olympic Stadium. Married at 25 years, Betty, wife, had meningitis which has left her deaf all our married life. We have 1 daughter, a school teacher, and 1 son, who works in a paper mill. Have been Bakery Manger, then had my own business N/Agent and General Store. Retired at 66 years.

 

Intro. Cx

How can I, describe with word's;
The joy that fill's my very soul,
through my eye's the air or oxygen,
that fill's my lung's. The word's I
speak through my mouth, with
perfect sound.
Or! Hear the rustling of the leave's
Aye, even hear a petal fall, or feel the stillness
of a moonlight night, heavy with the scent of
lilac, or touch the skin of anew born babe,
so delicate and soft, or watch the sunrise
on a Summer's morn. Glory be to God.
Do we take these sense's as our
natural right? Can we begin to realize the gift's we have received.
Form seed, to egg, "and evolution,
this fragile delicate beauteous thing..
That is there for all. Regardless of
rank or colour.

Into Fwg.

"We are young, we have youth, and we don't care!
The way we feel, we shall live, "for a thousand
year's", and exhaust all our critic's, with
there age old wisdom, the odds are
they shall not live as long as us.
We say with a youthful sneer, in
assuming that our guarantee to life is
safer bet than theirs, "we can dance the 
night away, smoke and drink, and try any
new craze that is not good for us.
And mocking invite the mean reaper to
do his damnedest! Was there ever so much
desire and fire, with thing's at such a peak,
is the fountain of youth unquenchable?
Is this the patter of destiny?
Are we controlled by our gene's "which must
escape", or has this been a ritual for a "million",
year's over which we have no control
A Great Bard once said! Youth is not an
everlasting thing, come take it while ye may.

All poems Copyright © 1997 David Weir. All rights reserved.