Life is a Compass

I wrote this poem at a poetry workshop I went to. The person’s life in this poem is not my own except for one or two points. I won’t say which points they are just to keep you guessing…Goldie

My life is a compass pointing in different directions

North the upward things
My children, happy childhood, carefree


South is downwards
Divorce, depression, disaster
Why does this have to happen?
Do these things build my character?
Make me stronger?
I hope so!
Then the pain is worthwhile


East is sunshine on a beautiful day
A walk in the park hand in hand with my lover
A child skipping on a footpath
Then tottering in Grandmas’s high heeled shoes
Being met at the airport by my Grandfather – a WW1 veteran
The nicest man that ever lived, one of nature’s gentlemen


Finally west is the sunset of my life
The autumn has passed and winter is here