V.R.Bennett author

Author Writer & biographer.When your mind dies before your body it's called dementia, when your body dies before your mind its called an idea for the next story

[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

He dreams of a better life the dream continues he next night, now he lives two lives one is heaven and one is hell https://t.co/7J8Ryjaahc🤠

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[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

THE RACE, AND PACE, OF LIFE
Come with me on the train of life
From baby milk bottle to wedding cake knife
To grandkids birthdays and household bills
Limbs that slow down whilst living on pills

The pace of life is seen, with novice eyes that gleam,
The track of teenage years, that race beneath the feet
Blindfold we rush, whilst reaching for the dream
We are young , we are right and life is so sweet

As partners we rush to meet,
on the train we have a seat
On the platform of infancy, we cautiously stand
To lean upon, and grasp, security from the adult hand,
Comfort curiosity, teeth strengthen for the bigger bite
As the body grows tall, we hold less tight
The schooldays stations outside the window rush past
Playground games, loves first kiss, that did not last
Soon the childhood that was, lingers no more
Hormone driven, you seek your mate
To an unknown tune, you take the floor
Sky jumping into wedding bells, you do what's right
Bills you pay, as babies cry, in darkest night

Behind your own front door. You now hold the small hand,
Still tired, work calling, you dress in the dark
Babies first steps into the playground run,
two weeks holiday, cold English coast,
days that are chilly, you hope for the sun
Of days that don’t rain, you make the most.

Old arms that once held you, now leave you behind
they get off the train as young babies replace
The father the son and the holy ghost
Flowers and funerals, now is their time
Pain grips the chest, wet tears on face

For the first time since birth you are now on your own
The consoling, condescending, faceless, crowded space
in a room full of people, you now feel alone
Life now takes a more congested face
School runs, money to stretch, a living to scrape.
Time sucked up looking out for your seed
Christmas demands ,get what they want, not what they need

Days melt into months then into years
they have grown to choose a life of their own
door slamming, foot stamping teenage fears
constant frustration their world on their phone
The train hurtles on as wedding bells near
Grandchildren in arms face full of tears
adult children with modern rules
their world now, move over old fools
doing things your way makes things, worse
if only the gran kids could be born first.
Some of your schoolfriends now find its their stop
coffins and vicars in cold echo church, you remember when
the laughter the parties, how it was then

doctors and drugs, the legal kind,
keep the body clock ticking, at a gentle pace
anything physical now all in the mind
loves first kiss brings a smile to the face
memories now absorb all your thoughts
closer and closer the end of the line

Your stop will come when it is your time
that stop will come, that you can’t beat
best you can ask for is to die in your sleep
but that is not now, it is not today
we have songs to sing and music to play
our genes in our children live and thrive
What joy it was to be alive
we could run and climb a ladder
now only our nose runs, with leaky bladder
So here’s my advice, in life be bold
but please my young reader;
DON’T GET OLD!

[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

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[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

THE RACE, AND PACE, OF LIFE
Come with me on the train of life
From baby milk bottle to wedding cake knife
To grandkids birthdays and household bills
Limbs that slow down whilst living on pills

The pace of life is seen, with novice eyes that gleam,
The track of teenage years, that race beneath the feet
Blindfold we rush, whilst reaching for the dream
We are young , we are right and life is so sweet

As partners we rush to meet,
on the train we have a seat
On the platform of infancy, we cautiously stand
To lean upon, and grasp, security from the adult hand,
Comfort curiosity, teeth strengthen for the bigger bite
As the body grows tall, we hold less tight
The schooldays stations outside the window rush past
Playground games, loves first kiss, that did not last
Soon the childhood that was, lingers no more
Hormone driven, you seek your mate
To an unknown tune, you take the floor
Sky jumping into wedding bells, you do what's right
Bills you pay, as babies cry, in darkest night

Behind your own front door. You now hold the small hand,
Still tired, work calling, you dress in the dark
Babies first steps into the playground run,
two weeks holiday, cold English coast,
days that are chilly, you hope for the sun
Of days that don’t rain, you make the most.

Old arms that once held you, now leave you behind
they get off the train as young babies replace
The father the son and the holy ghost
Flowers and funerals, now is their time
Pain grips the chest, wet tears on face

For the first time since birth you are now on your own
The consoling, condescending, faceless, crowded space
in a room full of people, you now feel alone
Life now takes a more congested face
School runs, money to stretch, a living to scrape.
Time sucked up looking out for your seed
Christmas demands ,get what they want, not what they need

Days melt into months then into years
they have grown to choose a life of their own
door slamming, foot stamping teenage fears
constant frustration their world on their phone
The train hurtles on as wedding bells near
Grandchildren in arms face full of tears
adult children with modern rules
their world now, move over old fools
doing things your way makes things, worse
if only the gran kids could be born first.
Some of your schoolfriends now find its their stop
coffins and vicars in cold echo church, you remember when
the laughter the parties, how it was then

doctors and drugs, the legal kind,
keep the body clock ticking, at a gentle pace
anything physical now all in the mind
loves first kiss brings a smile to the face
memories now absorb all your thoughts
closer and closer the end of the line

Your stop will come when it is your time
that stop will come, that you can’t beat
best you can ask for is to die in your sleep
but that is not now, it is not today
we have songs to sing and music to play
our genes in our children live and thrive
What joy it was to be alive
we could run and climb a ladder
now only our nose runs, with leaky bladder
So here’s my advice, in life be bold
but please my young reader;
DON’T GET OLD!

[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

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[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

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[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

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[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

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[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

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[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

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[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

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[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

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[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

He dreams of a better life the dream continues he next night, now he lives two lives one is heaven and one is hell https://t.co/7J8Ryjaahc🤠

[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

now in hardback Amazon Books

[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

now in hardback

[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

now in hardback Amazon Books

[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

now in hardback

[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

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[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

He dreams of a better life the dream continues he next night, now he lives two lives one is heaven and one is hell https://t.co/7J8Ryjaahc🤠

[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

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[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

now in hardback

[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

amazon books

[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

now in hardback

[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

I used to follow Trump
Then, in the road there became a bump
Because follow does not mean obey
We are no longer 'special' but that's okay
Freedom of speech is freedom to chose
Boots on the ground, but not in our shoes
We do things our way, we study the plot
Because we are the UK and you are not!

[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

I used to follow Trump
Then, in the road there became a bump
Because follow does not mean obey
We are no longer 'special' but that's okay
Freedom of speech is freedom to chose
Boots on the ground, but not in our shoes
We do things our way, we study the plot
Because we are the UK and you are not!

[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

now in hardback Amazon Books

[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

He dreams of a better life the dream continues he next night, now he lives two lives one is heaven and one is hell https://t.co/7J8Ryjaahc🤠

[V.R.Bennett author @victorrbennett]

now in hardback