Count To Three

me and my shadow

are searching for tomorrow

despite decades of sorrow

there is no time left to borrow

I hope there is someone to take care of me

set my spirit free

among nature’s ancient trustees

maybe they will let my soul flow into the sea

but please stop, and count to three

before all your axes fell all our trees

Ivor Steven (c) January 2022

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

36 thoughts on “Count To Three”

  1. An emotional poem of concern with regard to future ~ one I can relate to flying solo also. I enjoyed both the poem and the video. I pray you have a great day. I’ll take Australia’s 70s versus my local with low of minus 1 degree. πŸ™‚

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    1. Thank you June for your thoughtful comments .. yes let’s try and leave the world in a better state before we leave πŸŒπŸ’•
      BrrπŸ₯Ά too cold for me .. it was 90’F here today

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