WORDS FOR MR DALTON

There was once a man from a northern town
who packed up his life and set off down
To work with a pen in the city
So he scribbled and scribed
’til he asked himself why?
and what was the point of his life?
The Whys’? And The How’s’?
and The What happens now?
The Wherefores? And What ifs? Invaded
They spun in his head
He was numbed...
He was dead...
Never to reach a conclusion...
He discussed it with friends
used a magnifying lens
’till all finer points were debated
The answers came fast
from the first to the last and
every single one was original
from that simple why?
It all multi-plied
and the answers just left him with questions
But then came a thought
On the wind from the north and
The great final answers just hit him

Don’t waste words
Jump to conclusions

Don’t talk all night, do the walk of life
Actions speak louder than words
Life is for living for laughter for giving
For running like mad through the grass
For splashing in water as it falls down the fells
For climbing right up to the top


So
He threw down his pen
Said goodbye to the men
Who continued to scribble and scribe
But nobody worried and
nobody cried and
nobody followed the man
who best foot forward
Set on his course and followed his nose to the north
To live out his days in a Cumbrian cave
Showing the folk who caught on to the joke
How to scramble to splash to scree run and dash to
Sail on the sunlight and water
To clamber on rock
and climb right to the top
That to waste all those words is really absurd

Take a leap of faith

JUMP TO CONCLUSIONS