I consider myself the Keeper of a Castle.
With still so many many things to master.
A shed to house bygones of all the family.
A Vibrant living Testament of All and Sundry.

So Easy if one Flees the Nest with Nothing.
With little money ,clothes you just stand up in.
From then on in the only way is Up.
Perchance to Dream ,no millstone `round the neck.

The Comfort Zones for deep deep Meditation,
Come in many guises,for a Reason.
To Aid the Memory in its Complete Submission,
With Goods and Chattles Images and Papers.

With an effort to hold space upon this Planet,
to make and hold a life and work within it,
I must find a practical solution to a dilemma.
The lesser of two Evils to be facing.

On the one hand you are Born just with nothing,
Naked,without Speech and wearing zero,
War and Famine take Man to keep him Humble,
Accumulate some Wealth?You must be Joking!

Nothing comes from Nothing so they say,
Well for those have more than just a Prayer.
Ephemera can be living but a Day.
Some can keep it stored for years and years.

The simple mind has limits as it Aged,
The cells depleated hour by hour by hour,
Should we destroy our links to Happy Memories?
Or just forget and throw them upon the Fire ?

Perpetual Smoke shading sunlight on the hillside,
Daily erasasure ,mind and body cleansing.
One is limited to space by the square metre,
The more you have expands your power to fill it.

How far you go with Cleansing is todays Enigma,
White tiled walls and floors,no windows with a view.
No books to read No Radio , No `phone No TV.
No nothing but your long distant Memories.

Now Let us not be silly,let me say !
Good Sense and Sensibility should rule.
Just let us move to the next Phase,
With the essentials of a clean and Christian Life.