Beware the little things

So, as you may be wondering “why is Elisabeth posting on a Sunday? She usually posts on a Wednesday.” don’t worry, there will be a post on Wednesday but I just wanted to share something with you that I am more than a little proud of. Last year at the end of an art foundation course we were asked to write a 3,000 word dissertation (including bibliography) and I used most of those words to do a rhyme about life and how the little things in life usually end up the most important. As always, you don’t have to read it, I just really wanted to share it!

Life is full of ‘M’s… it is Massive, Mundane, Mind-boggling, but above all it is Messy. You cannot  decide who does what and what goes where. You cannot choose where your life begins and where it ends. However, you can choose what happens in the Middle. You can choose how you feel about the end, is your glass going to be half empty, or half full? A small bird once told Me that ‘life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get,’ but that little bird never said anything about who Made the chocolate. You can choose what you do with your time. Nobody else has the authority to do that. You choose who controls the story. At the beginning of life we don’t have any ideas about living, or what it means to be human or about creating the ‘perfect’ character. With these thoughts in mind Old Father Time picks up his pen for the 7 billionth life and starts to record…

From the darkness into light, 
into arms that hold you tight.
Loved by all who crowd around,
tiny, red and homeward bound.

Look at every little thing,
try so hard to take it in.
Every Movement you can Muster
comes in awkward clumsy flusters.

Information everywhere,
almost More than you can bear;
learn it all and learn it fast,
for this will soon be in the past.

Can you see them, are they there? 
On the ground and in the air? 
Tiny Moments pass on by,
you can find them if you try.

Soon you notice what’s around you,
no pzazz, no big break-through. 
You need excitement, adventure, purpose,
but you only get the surface.

Why not dig a little deeper?
Go beyond the title ‘dreamer’,
“You could do it! Make it happen!
We could use your skills and talent.

“Come with us, you will see,
reach beyond your boundaries.
You’ll be a winner, the ‘one and only’
all you need are clothes and Money.”

All of a sudden the world is less simple,
Now all that Matters is, “You’ve got a pimple!”
That embarrassing thing you said gets Mocked,
you feel like flaws are all you’ve got.

Your time is spent before the Mirror
all your focus on getting thinner.
You’re so young to have such fears,
to think about running from your peers.

One good friend is all it takes,
to overcome the fear of snakes.
They reach out a helping hand,
looking good is now so bland.

Friendship overlooks your flaws,
helps when you’ve been in the wars.
It’s about trust and loyalty,
treating one another like royalty.

Can you see them, are they there? 
On the ground and in the air? 
Tiny Moments pass on by,
you can find them if you try.

Now the only ones with tricks
are those who say your fate is fixed.
They say what you ‘should’ be dreaming,
try to tell you what you’re feeling.

But you begin to question this,
Move away from snakes that hiss,
looking for your own ambition,
try to break free of tradition.

You can come out of the cave
that the world -society- Made
to keep us in order, to keep us in line,
what little is your’s and what riches are Mine.

What they don’t see, don’t understand,
is that all this is in your hand.
You choose what you will achieve,
what you’ll dream and you’ll believe.

When you come to realize this 
you’ll see just what they all Missed:
joy in every little thing,
what the tiny Moments bring.

Can you see them, are they there? 
On the ground and in the air? 
Tiny Moments pass on by,
you can find them if you try.

On your brother, on your friend,
on your neighbour, round the bend.
Look around, you can see,
tiny Moments on you and Me. 

To your left, there’s one right there! 
Playing in that stranger’s hair. 
On the walls, the roof and floor,
listen carefully, hear them roar!

Please and thank you is all it takes,
or bake that friendly neighbour cakes.
Share some knowledge, wisdom, care,
take another’s weight to bear.

Simple tasks you know the theory, 
but now you find them all too dreary.
You have More important worries,
Many Moments lost in hurries. 

Don’t forget, they’re always here,
every day of every year,
in the town, the shopping Mall,
every party, every hall…

You are young but still beware
of tempting tiny Moment’s glare,
Mistaking time for a friend,
but this decade soon will end.

Soon the thoughts you had have vanished,
tiny Moments discarded, banished.
You’re ‘Mature’ now, so why care?
You prefer a bit of flare. 

So how come new friends come so close
to being those you hate the Most?
They demand so Much of you,
that soon enough you’re done. You’re through.

You need to be your own being,
to try and work out how you’re feeling.
If they’re the ones who hold you back,
why would you still follow the pack?

Can you see them, are they there? 
On the ground and in the air? 
Tiny Moments pass on by,
you can find them if you try.
Tiny Moments come and go  
with big emotions in their tow,
erasing what is not important,
bringing forth what seems so distant:

Break you from that job and phone,
turn away the bigger home,
shutting down your dream computer, 
slow the rush to find a suitor…

Looking at the shape and style
of what Makes up the perfect smile.
The feeling of a summer breeze,
blowing though the grass and trees.

The babbling sound of distant brook,
sinking into your favourite book;
watching a film one thousand times,
trying to find a word that rhymes…

Can you see them, are they there? 
On the ground and in the air? 
Tiny Moments pass on by,
you can find them if you try.

Then once again you feel the fear
now responsibility’s here,
rearing up it’s ugly head,
repeating things already said.

Quickly quickly, times too short,
worry not, it’s all for naught –
for if you’d take the time to ponder,
you would see a world of wonder.

You would see the real importance,
of your time of adolescence.
It’s so short why do you worry?
Why Make choices in such a hurry?     

Can you see them, are they there? 
On the ground and in the air? 
Tiny Moments pass on by,
you can find them if you try.

At last! You are out of the cage,
that brought to you such Massive rage.
Now comes an even bigger challenge,
what opportunities can you scavenge?

Which choice will be just right for you?
What will help you Make it through?
Pick the tools that will be best
to aid you in the wilderness.

If Man’s a being born to believe,
then is it against the rules to conceive
a new way of life that’s completely your own –
to sit upon a home-Made ‘throne’.

If 10% is all you use,
What then have you got to lose?
Is ‘the game’ really worth playing,
Or will you live the life you’re craving?

Life is not to lie or cheat,
or get a letter on a sheet. 
It is to live, to eat, and breathe,
To laugh, to fear, to cry, to seethe.

Enjoy to ‘waste’ the time you save,
for time enjoyed is the time Most craved.
Time is precious, time is cruel,
time is the Most effective tool.

What’s this? Is this? Can it be?
‘THE ONE’ imagined in a dream?
The world seems Made of rays of sun
when they teach you to have fun.

Then your world comes crashing down!
You fall upon the hard cruel ground!
Woe is you, your world has ended!
Time itself has been suspended!

Can you see them, are they there? 
On the ground and in the air? 
Tiny Moments pass on by,
you can find them if you try.

Can you do it? Can you try?
Without the constant question: “Why?”
Just to indulge with innocent eyes
and not to sneer, point or chastise.

Can you think like a small child,
ever so joyous, ever so Mild.
Can you live just to enjoy it?
Or Must you always get a ‘hit’? 

Roll in the riches of the earth
and never wonder what it’s worth.
Do something that brings you peace,
not just to get worldly increase. 

Of course you do need something More
than doing other people’s chores, 
so go out there and find your passion,
using all your skills and talent.

She needs a craftsman, he wants new clothes,
they need to learn from one who knows,
people will come from far and wide 
to see what earns you the Most pride.

Success comes after years of failure,
the heights you reach will be your saviour.
you can take falling to Mean you’ve lost,
or the start of finding what you want Most.

Tiny Moments are here again,
and they’ve brought along a friend
who brings you peace, trust and protection,
with kind words of love, affection.

They’ve come and Made it all worthwhile,
hand in hand you could run for Miles.
Tiny Moments are big at last,
other cares are in the past.

Suddenly it comes to light,
you want to try with all your Might
to Make this work till the end of time,
and not just while you’re in your prime.

Commitment’s never been so easy,
giving, sharing, quickly, freely.
There will be thorns along the way,
but for love’s sake it’s a price you’ll pay.

Can you see them, are they there? 
On the ground and in the air? 
Tiny Moments pass on by,
you can find them if you try.

You can appreciate the inner beauty,
of your purpose, of your duty,
looking after small creations
More important than whole nations.

Nurturing the healthy saplings, 
discover what sweet fruit they bring.
Singing to them goodnight songs,
until they grow up big and strong.

Keep the bond in constant strength,
lest you’ll hold them at great length.
Show them courage, freedom, Magic,
or it could end in something tragic.

Can you look at what is bigger
as well as the detail of the picture?
You have what’s there: the story, the constant.
How do you see what’s really important?

Saving Memories with a snap,
discard the satellite for a Map.
Holidays under a canvas sheet,
savouring a tasty treat… 

Living in the here and now,
overlooking petty rows;
celebrate at ev’ry corner,
You just keep on Moving forward.

Milestones are everywhere,
friends and family come and share.
Remember to keep in your heart
what Made this happen at the start.

You feel it has come to an end,
but there are Many twists and bends,
your story’s only just beginning:
remember, be forever dreaming. 

Can you see them, are they there? 
On the ground and in the air? 
Tiny Moments pass on by,
you can find them if you try.

Simple things you used to do,
give a gift wrapped in a bow,
write a poem, show your care,
pick some flowers to Match their hair.

Those little things that Mean so Much,
they can see your added touch.
A bow or curtsy never gets old,
Don’t be afraid to do what’s bold.

Life goes on and as you age
you reach every point and stage, 
‘where you should be’ here and there,
and oh My goodness, your first grey hair!

The ominous ‘They’ don’t have a voice,
only you can Make your choice
about where you would like to be –
‘They’ can’t Make you: you are free.

On and on and on you go,
worry! worry! to and fro!
Time’s eluding you again,
youth is turning to your bane.

You hope when you’re ‘officially old’
time will bring back this age of gold.
Well, you can use your ‘precious’ hair dye…
numbers are endless to things you could buy!

You could prod and poke and cut,
but that will never shrink your gut!
You could spend years of time Moaning
put yourself through endless honing:

will it be worth it in the end,
when you can barely stretch or bend?
Or would you rather stay yourself
and keep your face, your Mental health.

Then you could enjoy the Moments
they’ll all seem like an added bonus,
they are so tiny yet still Major,
so these Moments you Must savour. 

Can you see them, are they there? 
On the ground and in the air? 
Tiny Moments pass on by,
you can find them if you try.
Now the things you used to hate,
have become things that you await,
like the chirping of small birds
at an hour once called absurd.

Even though they say ‘be careful’
you can’t help but be a rebel –
finding joy in simple pleasures,
you know happiness can’t be Measured.

Three quarters have gone so fast,
the amount you’ve achieved is ever so vast.
Loved ones come from distant lands,
hugging and helping with affectionate hands.

You’re an inspiration to one and all,
your saplings now are grown so tall;
your creations are Most cherished,
look at your Mighty and beautiful forest.

Now you get to celebrate 
with the one you love/the one you hate!
You’ve Made it through so Much together,
sunshine and the stormy weather.

Another Milestone, another cake,
just how Many can you take?!
You’re told you are too old for this,
perhaps you should give the next a Miss?

But fight for life and joy you Must,
or do you ‘choose’ to sit and rust?
You feel like there is no choice,
but to Moan and groan in feeble voice.

Can you see them, are they there? 
On the ground and in the air? 
Tiny Moments pass on by,
you can find them if you try.

Age hasn’t stopped you living with fear 
and because you find it hard to hear
doesn’t Mean you have to stop,
just don’t go crazy or you’ll ‘drop’!

Although, love’s symbol never lasts 
(and like a shipwreck to the Mast)
the key piece, the cornerstone, 
crumbles every rock and bone.

Tiny Moments are now a blur,
only large events occur.
Keep things simple, direct and straight,
in case love’s symbol Meets its fate.

Nurture with care, keep it pumping, so
the sugar to your salt May never go.
There are things we cannot choose,
for fate decides when we lose.

Every second spent together,
though they’ll never become ‘better’,
you give every drink and potion,
rub on every paste and lotion.

Now you’ve lost what Made it worth
all those Moments to now from birth.
You cry, “Please!” and “Why?” and “How?”
Why this way? Why here, and now?

‘Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, 
love leaves a Memory no one can steal’.
No words could convey a stronger emotion,
No art illustrate a clearer devotion.

Can you see them, are they there? 
On the ground and in the air? 
Tiny Moments pass on by,
you can find them if you try.
Now your time’s spent in a chair,
your hopes and wishes held in prayer;
forever staring at the clouds,
re-playing back those early vows.

Rememb’ring life like it’s a story –
reality Makes you all too weary –
prefer to pretend your loss was a dream
and play a part in a story that’s pristine. 

Where were those tiny Moments then
when your heart was trying to Mend.
It all went badly in your eyes,
but tiny Moments they did rise…

…out of every touch and glance
to try and give a second chance.
They bring joy and peace and love,
but you can’t bear it, grief’s too rough. 

Can you see them, are they there? 
On the ground and in the air? 
Tiny Moments pass on by,
you can find them if you try.

Mem’ries only go so far,
you’re barely certain who you are.
Visitors pass, but who are your’s?
Strangers feed you daily cures.

You’re still alive but only just,
soon to return to the dust.
A tall black cloak is round the corner…
gathering up the early Mourners. 

Now time’s gone and you’re too late,
standing at the Pearly Gate.
Telling others, “Be aware! 
Tiny Moments Matter there.” 

If only you had stopped to think
before you had begun to sink, 
you would have seen, you would have heard
the things that used to be so blurred. 

Can you see them, are they there? 
On the ground and in the air? 
Tiny Moments pass on by,
you can find them if you try…

After recording Many years of decisions and chaos, Old Father Time put down his pen and read the beautiful Mess he just had the pleasure to witness.
‘Was it worth it?’ he wondered.
‘Were they worth it? What has this character grown to be?’ Being a perfectionist, Old Father Time wanted his story to Make sense, but he developed a headache as he tried to remember where everything fit in. And in his old age, he could only remember the Tiny. Insignificant. Unimportant. Moments.

Once again, Old Father Time gathered More paper, picked up his pen and started to write…

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