So, you know I’m a sucka for a good bit of poetic expression. I don’t want to put too much poetry into my blogs though, as I have other avenues for it. Nevertheless, here is another bit of rhythmic smulsch from my ever grafting cerebral cortex/ or my ‘soul’ if you wanna keep it deep. Many of you will know the iconic poem ‘If’’ by Rudyard Kipling (many have had to study it at school, some have heard it recited in films where they try to formulate a ‘profound’ scene etc).
Well; the brilliant (and long deceased) Mr Kipling has just been ripped off by me, as I’ve essentially penned my own version of that great work (more aimed towards us girlies). It’s called ‘When’. It reads as follows:
When
When you can stare fear in its dreadful face
And face it with expected triumph
When you treat your seen enemies with grace
And even extend to showing them love,
When you can leave critics in the foreground
While you press on ahead
Knowing their words are merely stepping stones
For your ground
Not worthy to trouble your head,
When you can recognize fading physical charms
As merely a veil for the greater beauty
When you can use life’s silent alarms
To equip you with strength and with duty,
When after moments of mourning we all traverse,
You can seek out cause again to smile,
When with an aged head you act
In matters of tact,
Yet in guile remain as a child,
When you have the lion-like loins to hold fast by yourself
In matters where conviction demands
Yet as well as your own, seek the good of all else
Knowing solitude, self interest
Are for fearful hearts and idle hands.
When you live life with eyes wide open, yet a heart the same,
Not left bitter by past foes who’ve hurt you
Then truly you’ve become a woman, my friend,
And one of great wisdom and virtue.
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