There

These are the writings of my own crude hand

To tell a tale of a promised land

It’s not of the bible, nor of the lord

It’s not round the corner and it isn’t abroad

It’s a place you can’t see no matter how hard you stare

I speak to you of the place known as ‘There’

So what’s the riddle of how I write?

Of a strange land that’s away and out of sight?

Well listen my friend and pull up a chair

While I tell you what I know of a place known as ‘There’

Looking for ‘There’ can have a high cost

As searching for ‘There’ is further lost

How many times have you heard people say

“I don’t know when but I’ll get ‘there’ one day”

Stop now; search your heart

Can you honestly say you have never taken part?

Be honest with me if you dare;

Have you never once thought “Oh I’ll get ‘there’”

So off we all go to solve life’s mess,

Just one problem - there is no address

It’s madness itself for how hard you strive

With no destination you can never arrive

I beg of you now heed what I say

It’s only my pain that shows me the way

I hear you say, “ I know of such pain”

But how can this be, when you are still sane?

I didn’t listen, I hadn’t a care

The one thing I knew was, I’d get ‘There’

There I was with so many toys

A mansion, a fast car, a wife and three boys

Possessions and people classed in the same verse,

But there’s the truth; Oh God it’s perverse

If only I’d listened to my wife’s pleading,

Then perhaps I’d have noticed my internal bleeding

My family went, I gave them their share

You can do that you see when you’re almost ‘There’

You’ll never find ‘There’ on the outside

You won’t do it this way though many have tried

So perhaps now you can understand

You have what you want in the palm of your hand

Now you can be ‘There’ just by reading this rhyme:

You see ‘There’ is here,

It was,

                                                                                                                         Anon