Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

The lifespan of a butterfly, Is one of struggling toil, From crawling caterpillar To pupas toiling coil. Caterpillar stage, just weeks long, Pupa, can be two years As a flying butterfly, Four weeks or less, those dears. Eventually the beauty shows Their patterned, coloured, wings I'm sure, that in their language, Though we can't hear, she sings. No announcement, weather forecast, To them, innate it seems, The sunny dryer climate, Has them enjoy sun's beams. Whene'er it rains, the butterfly, Will rest, their wings, can't use, So they'll relax from labouring 'Til clearer day, she views. Since Creator made the butte'fly,  HE also, mankind made, We too, our rest times needed Lest energy does fade. Whene'er we go through trials, Stand back, let go, take rest, Recharge 'til we're more able, Then we can show our best.

    A town in Northern Ireland   Historic castle, there,   Is reknowned in a song now,   It's sung, with loving care.    In Canada, now living,   Return home, - not scheduled   Retired, in 'ssisted living,   The given care, quite good.   The town, is Carrickfergus   First half of name, - best known.   Quite soon though, I'LL be movin'   To second half, I'm goin'.   Though NOT to TOWN by that name,   There IS one, not too far,   It's only 40 mins away   When traveling by car.   The new place I will go to,   Is Fergus Place, by name,   I trust the care received there   Be better, if not the same.

The button shows a wheelchair So those who, close, can't get, To pull the doorway open, May use, to entry, let. Howe'er, like most things out there, Advantage oft is taken,  By those who can be lazy, Their muscles, have forsaken. It's easier to do so, Than exert their muscle power, To cause them, least exhaustion,  To keep the door ajar. So there are very few now, Who act'lly PULL the door, Button is much easier, Their muscle use, - a chore.

The first wedding that I recall, Was as a six year old, Mum knew I would have been best 'fit'  I did, as I was told. I had been asked to take a role In wedding, I was 'game', It should have been the one 'bove me Since, he held groom's surname However, mum knew that I was To assist, MUCH  more willing  The day was one I'll ne'er forget, I found it so fulfilling    Another cousin'd take part too Bridesmaid, cous'n of groom,  His mother's sister's eldest girl,    'Twas also MY day to 'bloom' Was driven to the bridesmaids home My aunt and uncle, too HER sister, young  ( aged ten to twelve, )  With pride, went "ga ga goo"          Aft' getting out of car, I heard, 'Twas said with loving warmness "Ach mammy, look at wee Colin Isn't he gorgeous?"                                                   ...

  Laying in the corridor Of hospital, Grand River, Numbness in my lower jaw Fine otherwise, no fever. Had numbness been on one side A 'T.I.A.' ( or 'stroke')? Might have caused me more concern, For, otherwise, healthy bloke. Blood samples have been taken, Jaw numbness does remain, Otherwise, I feel okay, Not knowing, is the pain. Will I get a wink of sleep? Or will THAT only come Whene'er they tell me to return To residence, called home? And will THAT be in morning Or some time in-between, Whene'er that furniture, called "bed" By my eyes, will be seen?        * * * * * * * * * * * * *  All night on 'guerney', corridor Of hospital, I've been, Know not the time, hoping, today, By doctor, will be seen. Did see the doctor, given pills Will start tomorrow morn., On dosages and trusting that I'll soon be, as, when born.

 The building I reside in Demolished, soon, will be, In order to expand in size To care for more, like me. They want to build up higher So must, deeper go too, Stability to be ensured, Firm base for structure, due.  So all of us, the res'dents, To other care homes, go; To wait, until we all have passed, Would really be too slow. The process, got me thinking, Of living life, each day, In order for OUR pers'nal growth WE must put things away. Get rid of pers'nal hindrance Preventing growing strong, WE cannot grow while we're pulled down By things that don't belong.