What would I do without Jesus
When the days with their shadows grow dim
When storm billows roll sweep over my soul
What would I do without him:
Keep on believing, Jesus is near
Keep on believing there is nothing to fear
Keep on believing this is the way
Faith in the night as well as the day
He knows the untried way
He sees each step ahead
and by his guiding hand
you shall be safely lead
Went to London to meet up with a friend, and ended up meeting other friends of hers, as you do. And what bright old topic do we end up chatting about? RELATIONSHIPS. Non-existant in my book. Anyhow, I thought of this funny poem, “(…) men”, (more specifically about men and how I sometimes feel about them…), by the funny Wendy Cope. Thankfully from the few lines I remembered my mother knew where to look and I rediscovered the whole poem! So, I’ve copied the poem here (minus one word I choose not to use – the poem makes sense anyway!) Enjoy, if you will…
Wendy Cope – 1945
(….) men are like (…) buses –
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.
You look at them flashing their indicators,
Offering you a ride.
You’re trying to read the destinations,
You haven’t much time to decide.
If you made a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you’ll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.