Chastened

Last night I saw an Oscar winning film performance that will never win the Oscar, whose I hear you ask.

Well it wasn't the latest dive from the prima donnas on the football pitch, or the guy who "hadn't received" his railcard when he was caught out by the conductor on the train, Nor was it Archie's over dramatised roll on the floor when his brother wouldn't let him have whichever toy it was.

No this was at the cinema, by Will Smith in Seven Pound, I didn't know anything about it before we went and it's not an easy watch as it is based around his Suicide, but it is beautifully acted.

I came out with a tear in my eye, and a heavy heart as it was around this time that they found Bevan all those years ago, and it took me sailing back to so many never to be answered questions.
The irony was complete when we got home to find Frost on the telly, just discovering a guy swinging from a bridge.

Anyway let us remember the good times and what we have , there are so many things we have to be grateful for no matter how brief,

Here's another of my "poems" that I wrote a couple of years ago after watching Sport Relief to remind myself of that very fact:

Chastened

Looking deep into this time of well known tunes, and cheerful faces
I think of those who are not here,
I hold my breath for those on the brink of bright new adventures,
I see my sons and the simple joys they radiate,
And chasten myself for those days when the world seemed to mount my shoulders,
I look at those children in foreign lands,
Those bereft of hope, yet fighting on,
The children and their families who know they are about to leave us for heaven,
I look at the dreams I have,
The adventures my life gives me, the laughter to carry me through,
And chasten myself for those days when the world seemed to mount my shoulders,
I see the war torn lands,
I see the war torn peoples,
I hold the poverty as a burn upon my heart, knowing the little I have to give,
I thank my stars, my God, my life,
I hold these blessings gently in my hands for fear of breaking them,
And promise to myself that the world need not mount my wearied shoulders,
But that the world is full of joy,
Time is full of joy,
My my to why do I complain.


Onwards my friends, an egg custard and a pot of tea ( or should that be Ovaltine) awaits me,

TTFN

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