A Poem for the New Year

[Neville Briggs]

BEGINNING

There were a lot of things I hoped to do,
but can't go back and make correction to
the gains and faults that fall behind so fast.
The year that was; just memory of the past.

When do the days become a memory?
A moment's all it takes for now to flee.
The present can't be held and kept in view,
it speeds away, so time's eternally new.

And so again we face another year
of future world beginning as idea.
Not yet to see the end of memories past
nor yet beginning what will always last.




Neville Briggs
Singleton Bush Poets.

[Heather]

Time flies Neville. So we should make the most of every moment. The chores will still be there tomorrow.

Happy New Year to you and yours. Hope all is going well.

Heather

[warooa]

Yes, time flies like an arrow . . . and fruit flies like a mango

[Neville Briggs]

Alas yes Heather and Marty....tempus fugit.


For the info of those going a bit troppo on the mangoes it's pronounced " fyoojit "




Neville

[Dave Smith]

Yeah Neville

If I had to eat Mangos (yuk) I would loss me ‘tempus” and start using “fyoojit-sue.”

TTFN

[r.magnay]

...what!... you don't like mangoes Dave? lucky your'e not a fruit fly then....ey!

[warooa]

Hey Rossco, you better ease up on the mangoes, mate . . ya soundin' like a Queenslander . . . . ay

[thestoryteller]

Some things just seem to get away on you Neville.

Hope I live long enough to catch up.


Merv.

[Bob Pacey]

Mangos Dave are the nectar of life.