When I was little sweets were banned,
and only for rare treats.
There’s plenty fruit and bread for toast,
You don’t need these to eat!
But shops had jars all glistening,
and sparkling sugar beckoned.
And being young, the thought of waiting: even for a second,
Was torture for my little head,
And I became adept,
At savouring each morsel as the pleasure long, I kept.
When others scoffed their chocolate bars,
in one enormous bite,
I’d wrap each piece and have a store,
for secret stash at night.
It’s true to say if you can handle,
hurdles from above
Boom ! down they come, like rain from Heaven ,
wrapped in bows with’ love.’
‘Cause ; you can wait a little more,
for life to be complete,
You proved that , when you nibbled chocolate
underneath the sheet!
But now I’m 50, It is time,
to raid the corner shop.
To stock up on Lindt chocolate
until my Jeans go pop.
If sugar is a metaphor
for all good life can bring,
Then now I want to paint and love
and laugh and eat and sing.
And never wait a moment,
for a sugar laden pleasure,
I’ll be a mad old blue haired woman,
taking things at leisure.
Patience is a lesson,
which has kept life at the door.
So now I’m off for doughnuts
and a travellers explore.
To places dreamed, while under covers
on those torchlight nights.
Patience has paid off,
and the vista is in sight.
The dream is always there,
waiting for your chance to take it.
And nobody can make your Patience
worth it ’til you make it .
I’ve been like marmite to the ones
who couldn’t work out why,
That one so cheery was not simply.
watching time go by.
You must have faith that there are flavours,
morsels still to find,
For time and days are side-lines
if you sweeten hands and mind.
The rainbow jars of favourites,
will be waiting on the shelf.
All their colours shiny, urging
Us to treat ourselves.
And when the day will come at last
The first foot out the door.
That first breath, first step,
A new world we’ll explore.
Like popping candy covering
an ice cream rich and sweet.
New flavours will explode and burst
And joy will be complete.
how lovely it can be,
To savour favourite dishes
when the fridge has been empty.
Or feel the breeze in windswept hair
Too long indoors and dry.
And gazing at the lucky Robin
Wishing you could fly.
Look at the woman standing there,
with wisdom pure as taste.
Who cares what others think of her
There’s no more time to waste.
Time will Swerve back round again
Just like she never left,
A few more wrinkles , wisdom deeper,
Our souls endure no theft.
If you are waiting for a taste
Of something you remember,
As time speeds up, and tries to win
Don’t let yourself surrender.
For at that point, the pinnacle
Is nearly in your sight,
The hilltop peak, the ocean floor,
The will to win the fight.
And that’s the sweetest taste of all.
When patience can be savoured.
When all your courage, strength and love
Comes back in rainbow flavours.