All poems on this site are copyright of Beverley Balogh
Have you ever stood looking at yourself in a mirror wondering what your life has been all about? I have found myself doing that at times for no particular reason.
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Maybe it's whenever I hear the song "What's it all about Alfie" which sort of rings a bell and makes me think about my life.
Or it may simply be that I wonder what I will have left behind me for people to remember me by.
Beverley
LIFE'S REFLECTIONS
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Gazing in the mirror at the
reflection of my face,
I wonder why I often feel
that I am out of place
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No matter where I've wandered
through out my many years
I never found that safe harbour
to shield me from my fears
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There's always something missing
I tell the face in the glass
If found would my life have changed
or continued like my past
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I've stood here many times but it
always remains the same,
I never find the answers
or find anyone to blame
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How can my life that is so full and
filled with such great friends
Often leave me feeling sad and
lonely at the day's end.
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MY CHOICE OR NOT
Even though there are
times when I realise
It would be nice to have
someone by my side
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Those times when I am
all alone at night
I don't understand why
that should be right
When I see couples together
who appear to me
To be so miserable now
why should that be
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Although they are together
whilst I'm alone
Each of them are busy on
their mobile phones
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That they're not happy must
be clear to one and all
So really why are they
together at all.
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If I too had only half
of what is theirs
There'd be someone beside
me to share my cares
Is it by chance or choice
that now finds me
Still living all alone and
fancy free
However even as these thoughts
run through my head
I remember it’s me who chose
This life I’ve led.
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Elderberry Ode
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Wednesdays have become the best
days of the week for me
Because before the afternoon is
over its more than likely
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I'll have been joining in and singing
songs that I loved and heard
Long ago in my youth and although
this might sound absurd
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I'm magically transported back to
the days of my teens
When flared skirts with net petticoats
were everywhere to be seen
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In the youth clubs and dance halls
all over the town
And Teddy Boy's drape suits
made all the Fathers frown
So I'll keep on coming on Wednesdays
just as long as I am able
Knowing I will have a great time with
like minded friends on my table
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And now that we have name badges
there'll be no more red faces
When I can't put a name to all those
familiar faces.
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DAME JUDY
Dear Dame Judy you have for many
years been seen
As a matriarch of both the stage
and silver screen
Whether it was tragedy, drama or
a comedy role that you played
You managed to switch between
them in your own very special way
From majestic Royal roles to M in James
Bond films you portrayed them all with ease
Regardless of their genre you had the ability to
to be that character and your audience please.
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