ZOUNDS

Zounds and yet its good, 

today we find we live a little longer,

a little better, a little more, 

manage to challenge wrongs with rights, 

operate our warts and clumps, 

claim another day, which in our ancestors time

were doomed to die too soon.

We thank the modern surgery, 

the expanding knowledge of man, 

his parts, his arts, his fantasy,

to gain control, to keep the balance, whole, 

as long as we who get this gift can use,

the rest of time to sensibly amuse our minds, 

our relatives, our friends in happy times.

To make amends with corners dark, 

with problems causing us to smart, 

be open minded to the change, 

th'inevitable march of time; 

their fashions, fads and bends, 

to live a life of giving, living love, 

the paramount sense, one far above, 

the drudge that causes us to smudge.

So take a trumpet, violin,

make music in your hours, 

of ageing skin and flesh, 

and lighten skies for one and all, 

that they remember when they fall,

was how to show a difference, 

and bless.