Dark matters at the Whitworth

Art has no attachment to duty
Like love it closely allies beauty
It's foundation is rooted in fire and passion
It's visual appeal transgresses fashion

There's art for some that's not for all
A well framed canvass, a back street wall,
carved in wood or drawn in ink
it should get you talking and make you think.

And do not worry about spending your salary
As entrance is free at this art gallery
Some exhibits are freakishly funny
And have you questioning your value for money

Late

Bum on stone and back on gate
I sit alone and contemplate
The arrival time of my overdue mate
And likely cause of him being late

I'm not impatient to be fair
So whilst I really do not care
Its nice to know whilst sitting there
My pal was fannying with his hair

Son to a father and father to a Son

I say with complete circumspect
I love my folks and do respect
the chance they shaped, through love and strife
to give their boy the best chance in life

And vows they made to surpass their kin
to be better parents from within
to show the love they never had
to be a better mum and dad

and so to me to play the same
generation improvement game
I'll do this, I am truly driven.
I'll deliver what they should be given.

I'll be supportive of all their skills
and encourage them to seek out thrills
I'll arrange for social interaction
With clubs and classes they'll get the traction.

I'll watch them sing and perform in plays
and weekends will always have family days
The dreams they have will never be blighted
they'll all be taken to see united

They'll eat out and socialise

Their grand-folks will feature in their lives
they'll feel our pride in work and play
they'll hear we love them every day

And where I fail, I shan't lament
Because I set off with a good intent
And where I failed, my children three
will complete the intended legacy