When I Die
When I die, mourn not my passing
But celebrate my life.
If you knew me, then I knew you too,
And you touched my life
- As I touched yours.
Throw a stone into a pond
And ripples spread in ever widening circles.
So the ripples of my life spread
- To touch the lives of many others.
But in my turn I was touched
- By the many ripples of your lives -
And for that I thank you all.
For you have helped to shape my life
And make me who I am.
Truly as a spring tide rises highest,
So have your ripples
- Joining together -
Made a spring tide for my life:
Lifting me higher
Than I could have ever reached
- If I had never known you.
Fishing For Poets
I go to the poetry group
To listen to other poets
And sometimes read my own.
But she reeled me in!
She caught me like a fish upon a line
And reeled me in!
All I said was “I like your poem”.
“Are you an actor?” she asked in reply
“Are you a film star?”
All I wanted was a chat
And possibly some friendship.
Just as every time a fish
Opens its mouth
It fastens more securely on the hook.
So at everything I said or did
She pulled a little on the line
And reeled me in.
And just as, for a fish once caught,
There is no escape, so it was for me.
Soon the line was pulling tight
And I was dancing like a silver fish
Upon the crystal waters
Of a Downland chalk stream.
When all I wanted was a friendly chat.