Being Boring…..


Being boring by Wendy Cope.

‘May you live in interesting times.’ Chinese curse

If you ask me ‘What’s new?’, I have nothing to say
Except that the garden is growing.
I had a slight cold but it’s better today.
I’m content with the way things are going.
Yes, he is the same as he usually is,
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.

There was drama enough in my turbulent past:
Tears and passion – I’ve used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last.
If nothing much happens, I’m thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you’re after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.

I don’t go to parties. Well, what are they for,
If you don’t need to find a new lover?
You drink and you listen and drink a bit more
And you take the next day to recover.
Someone to stay home with was all my desire
And, now that I’ve found a safe mooring,
I’ve just one ambition in life: I aspire
To go on and on being boring.


Just because I love it…..


Love after love….

The time will come when,with elation,

you will greet yourself arriving at your own door,

in your own mirror,

and each will smile at the others welcome,

And say,sit here,eat.

You will love again the stranger who was yourself.

Give wine.Give bread.Give back your heart to itself,

to the stranger who has loved you all your life,

whom you ignored for another,who knows you by heart.

Take down the letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs,the desperate notes,

peel your own image from the mirror,

Sit.Feast on your life.

By Derek Walcott.