In truth I am struggling to come up with a theme for my blog. Do I talk about my life and experiences? Do I analyse my interests ie; football, eating, drinking and sleeping? Do I address the state of the economy or politics in general? I think I will leave that last subject to the professionals. I honestly don't know at the moment so I will leave it open to anything that pops into my head at the particular time I choose to start typing. In reality this could be very interesting, my head is never scared to spit out what it's thinking. Usually when I speak my mind there are only a couple of people in close proximity, but with this tool of destruction it is set in black and white for the world to read.
I am going to put a very personal piece of work on here as my first entry, a poem to be exact. It was written when I was 14 years old and at school, my teacher at the time believed I should have it published but I was too lazy to do anything about it. The subject matter for the poem was global warming (yawn), but I hope you take the time to read it and let me know what you think.
The Last Chance - Gareth Goodchild
There won't be life to live,
Nor love to give,
As the light begins to fade on human race.
Where is my sanity,
With man's cruel vanity,
Will we vanish without a trace?
The Earth is but a rock,
Another tick, another tock,
As the hands of time edge away life.
At the edge there is a gate,
Opened and it's too late,As nature pierces the land like a knife.
Ignorance is a curse,
Likely to get worse,
It's just a routine consumption each day.
Many don't see the fait,
They will sit and wait,
In the end our grandchildren will pay.
The future is nearly here,
It's a truth we all must fear,
Let's wake up and out of our trance.
A plan is what we need,
One which will succeed,
This really is...The Last Chance.
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