Homework 12/2/2018 'Three Wishes'
Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2018 2:10 pm
A bit late but I’m on holiday at Peaceful bay – hard to concentrate on poetry - Terry
Three Wishes
We sat there by the campfire – three young blokes, and old Jack too,
while talking crazy things, the way that young blokes sometimes do.
Old Jack just sat and listened to the rubbish that we spoke,
a knowing smile upon his lips, then rolled himself a smoke.
The night was warm and balmy with a starry sky above;
the subjects strange and varied and we even spoke of love.
And if you had three wishes granted what would each wish for;
of course it all was nonsense, like the chats we’d had before.
We then asked Jack if granted wishes, just what he would do,
“I’d only need one wish” he said “if such a thing were true.
I’d turn back time to long ago to heal deep wounds that bled,
and try to bring some happiness to mum and dad he said.”
A haunted look then touched his eyes – his face was masked with pain;
long hidden sins resurfaced to torment him once again.
We sat there now in silence each not wanting to intrude,
upon the old blokes memories, nor seeming to seem rude.
We watched old Jack then walk away a tear now in his eye,
an old wound had been opened; Jack was not a man to cry.
The night then closed around us, as I sat there deep in thought;
and realised, what I thought were problems - really count for nought.
© T.E. Piggott
Three Wishes
We sat there by the campfire – three young blokes, and old Jack too,
while talking crazy things, the way that young blokes sometimes do.
Old Jack just sat and listened to the rubbish that we spoke,
a knowing smile upon his lips, then rolled himself a smoke.
The night was warm and balmy with a starry sky above;
the subjects strange and varied and we even spoke of love.
And if you had three wishes granted what would each wish for;
of course it all was nonsense, like the chats we’d had before.
We then asked Jack if granted wishes, just what he would do,
“I’d only need one wish” he said “if such a thing were true.
I’d turn back time to long ago to heal deep wounds that bled,
and try to bring some happiness to mum and dad he said.”
A haunted look then touched his eyes – his face was masked with pain;
long hidden sins resurfaced to torment him once again.
We sat there now in silence each not wanting to intrude,
upon the old blokes memories, nor seeming to seem rude.
We watched old Jack then walk away a tear now in his eye,
an old wound had been opened; Jack was not a man to cry.
The night then closed around us, as I sat there deep in thought;
and realised, what I thought were problems - really count for nought.
© T.E. Piggott