BS 1

I'm not used to filling out my time

Waiting for the next appointment

Who will probably be late

And meanwhile I'm at a loose end

With nothing that's essential

To the smooth running of this place;

But I'm annoyed by waste

Which only functions to abuse

My agitated passion to achieve,

To complete one thing

Then move on to the next

Rather than sit here suppressing grief.

If there's  to be no fire in my belly

I might as well watch Countdown on the tele.

Brian Hick November 2010

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 Plain hard work and Time

It started with The Eagle of the Ninth

On Children's Hour, a million years ago,

When, sat before the fire, I seemed to grow

Into the Roman virtues that by stealth

Drip fed into me over the years

Until I was convinced the only way

To achieve a goal was simply to gainsay

The luck or privilege which my peers

Seemed to attract in shoals, and turn myself

To solitary effort, never praised,

Which slowly, etched by nightly study, raised

My school exams to doctorate, and a wealth

 Of quiet satisfaction, never prized

 Except within the sparkle of your eyes.

Brian Hick February 2009

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