Point Of View

I saw a mountain peak

As the coach drove up the road

A pointy pyramid

In its snow abode

Further on I looked again

And found that it had changed

Now a table mountain

Everything rearranged


So this is ‘point of view’ I thought

The way we see the world

Depends upon where we’re standing

As everything unfurls

The same with life itself I find

Now I’m 75

Each day I wake the feeling is

Just glad to be alive


Each stage of life has point of view

The vision that we see

And what we see is all we see

Makes perfect sense to me

But others see it differently

Further along the road

No need to cross each other out

Nor kick against the goad


Brian Fahy

7 August 2022

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